Good Jeeziss Anne!!
My parrot Mortimer is in gastro-distress again from the piercing sounds of those particularly harping voices ad nauseum, ad infinitum. His ears have gotten more sensitive with age. And I can't concentrate on my stained glasswork. Sometimes democracy is too frippin' slow. Somebody's gotta make a decision. There's a jack-ass administration to get rid of!!! Well, all you good sports ... enjoy yourselves.
To hell with 'em!
Words from the irrepressible Myrtle Rae Bernstein