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Now again in jpt there comes the brutal smearing of a national figure, instead of the rational smearing of some brutal figure. I disclaim, disdain and just plain abstain, as oft I must. I am not "in this up past" anything-- neither my eyeballs, hips, nor toes. Don't aim a lame claim of blame at my tame game, but shame the same who would defame, who came to maim the name of Quayle. T'isn't I. Nor is it my business to defend the attacked, who is a grown man.
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| NO. VIII: THE DAN QUAYLE MUSEUM |
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In remotest Indiana, in the small town of Huntington (it’s halfway between Wabash and Fort Wayne, if that helps), is tucked away a museum to the most ill-chosen, illiterate and inept of all U.S. vice presidents, Dan Quayle. Housed with nutty splendor in a former Christian Scientist Church of 1919, the place resembles either a very oversized burial vault or an undersized pagan temple, all of which may be apposite for its subject. The museum also honors the five unfortunate Hoosiers who have been VPs and is thereafter stuffed with amazingly cheesy souvenirs of Dan the Man hisself and with family crap of all sorts, which ordinary self-respecting families would have sh*t-canned ages ago. The whole panorama of kitsch and junque winds up with a faux Faberge egg emblazoned with a painting of Dan Q. being sworn in (or at) during his inauguration with poor old fuddled Daddy Bush. What happened to those Christian Scientists, anyhow? For details of visiting see: www.quaylemuseum.org
Artist’s conception of embroidered Dan Quayle sweatshirt once worn by him:
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| Copyright 2008- WJ Schafer & WC Smith - All Rights Reserved |
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