Legend has it that a Portville Kindergartner witnessed a politically hyperventilated Urther (who was thrilled-as-a-child to learn a political demon had just shot a friend in the face) convert Dick Cheney into Elmer Fudd in mere seconds solely for the amusement (and hardly for the edification) of his friends, earning him "free lunch," for the nonce, for his "brilliance." This editorial cartoonery was executed so expeditiously via the Photoshop computing engine gizmo that the executioner's forebrain was not even awakened for the chicanery. The Kindergartner realized that this manner of high-tech, low-brow "editorial cartoon lite" was far less a goad to circumspection than a mere mindless mockery directed at one prefabricated demon or another. The Kindergartner then determined to *mock the mocks* by creating editorial cartoon lites that, to the un-discerning eye-ball, appeared to score a point against the demons, but, in truth, scored against the mockers, who would not *get* the discomforting truth that there was nothing to *get.* Adding insult to absurdity, the five-year-old provided a text that revealed all plainly, but only to those capable of reading arcane multi-syllabic English encased within sentences of unheard-of breadth and imagination. — at On Mars, with sandwiches.
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