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"Nobody wants a know-it-all smart-aleck. We're choosing
a leader here. People prefer someone more like them, someone not too
smart, a little ignorant perhaps, but someone likeable, with leadership
qualities..."
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A Malapropism There!
"I'm
willing to bet $1,000 he can't tell the difference
between tsunami and tiramisu," Belle said.
"Oh, come on," Woody sputtered and hurriedly
swallowed his mouthful of chocolate mousse. "That's unfair, that's really
unfair! That's too difficult. Besides, just how knowledgeable do you
really need to be?"
Subversive Satire! |
Should the elderly move in with their children or into
assisted living? When her friend Jane comes under fire for resisting
living with her mother-in-law, Belle has to tackle yet another
difficult issue with no easy solutions.
Find out how in:
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"Okay,
okay," Chrissy interjected. "That was too
difficult. To be fair, you should choose stuff more likely to be in his
consciousness. He's been talking about trade ... and he has a dog. So how
about something like terrier and tariff? And since that's
an easier pair, I'll bet only $100 that he'll confuse terrier and
tariff."
Belle poked at the little chocolate cup on her plate. Her mousse was long
gone. "Wouldn't terrine go better with terrier?"
"Terrine is out," Chrissy said firmly. "Too difficult."
"Well, saté and sauté, then," Belle said
brightly.
"Nope. You want something the average person would know, something"
"You've got food on the brain," Woody said to Belle. "You think book-learning
is important, but it really isn't. What counts is leadership. Besides there
are some very successful dropouts"
"Something slightly au-courant, but still part of the mainstream," Chrissy
continued, "like ... like latte and latrine."
"Latte and latrine is good," Belle said. "I'll go along with latte and
latrine. Wait! On second thought, latte and laetrile may be
betterseeing that laetrile has some connection to Mexico..."
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More opinions from Mrs. G's table:
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"With
my plan, everyone who pays taxes gets a tax cut," the candidate
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"We've
got a reverse Robin Hood on our hands,"
Belle declared. She speared a chunky piece of lobster tail with
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"How
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"No!" Chrissy said.
"Wait! I've got it. Haplosis and halitosis! Now, halitosis
is quite common. You can't say halitosis is not common."
"But haplosis isn't," Chrissy said.
"And I suppose you'd say etiology and etimology are out
of the question. And ditto for caconym and cacodyl? Hey,
I can come up with hundreds of these!"
"What is haplosis?" Woody asked.
"Have you never heard of hapless?" Belle said.
"Yeees..."
"Well, there you have it. Haplosis means of or pertaining to the
state of being hapless!"
Woody looked uncertain but kept on eating. Chrissy, her face perfectly
straight, was cutting her chocolate basket into bite-size pieces.
Mrs. G was at the counter by the ovens checking the Madeleine
cookies. Belle hoped she hadn't heard that last remark.
Belle and her older sister, Chrissy, ate at their mother's home as
often as they could and never missed her Friday dinners. Their
mother, Catherine Valère Ghent, known affectionately as Mrs. G
to all who loved and admired her, was a five-star Cordon Bleu cook
of rare talent. She often included Woody, a distant cousin and
successful downtown lawyer, at her dinners and did not approve of
tricks played on him.
Mrs. G was frowning now as she unmolded the Madeleines. She normally
served them on the mousse in the chocolate baskets, but she was
running late today and the mousse was mostly gone. So she just
piled them onto a serving tray and brought them to the table.
Belle followed the tray with her eyes. "Anyway, I guess I'll go along
with latte and latrine, but I must point out to you that you don't
have latrines when you are lucky enough to get the posh type of
military service." She stretched her neck toward the tray, trying to
inhale. "Now, how do we test our hypothesis?"
"I'd feel a lot less perturbed by your unkind remarks if either of
you had managed to get elected to somethinganythingyourselves,"
Mrs. G said. She held the tray under Belle's nose and swiftly moved it
away before Belle could take one.
"We ran for stuff at school, but that was many years ago," Chrissy
explained to Woody.
"It's just that nobody would vote for us," Belle added, watching
the tray.
"Nobody wants a know-it-all smart-aleck," Woody said. "We're
choosing a leader here. People prefer someone more like them,
someone not too smart, a little ignorant perhaps, but
someone likeable, with leadership qualities"
"Hey, I understand perfectly," Belle said. "A little mangled
syntax here, a Malapropism there! Throw in a bad-boy grinwhy,
soon we're talking real leadership material." She turned to
Chrissy. "Wait! I just had an epiphany! No wonder I lost that
election. It was my good-girl grin! I've got to
lose that good-girl grin."
"Your grin is pretty frightening as it is," Woody said. "Try
losing the multi-syllable words."
"The reason you did not win is because you were too lazy to
campaign." Mrs. G kept the tray out of Belle's reach. "Big
talk, no do."
"It's pretty unfair to require people to be fault-free
before they can criticize a candidate," Belle protested.
"It's as illogical as saying that only worthwhile people
should be allowed to vote."
"Which is clearly wrong," put in Chrissy. "In fact, the
more worthless you are, the more vigorously I would fight
to defend your right to vote."
"Another Madeleine for you, Woody dear?" Mrs. G asked
sweetly.
Belle decided to ignore the tray. " Here's my plan. We
finagle a couple of press credentials from the West
Weekly, talk our way into a press conference, carefully
steer the questioning"
"Time for coffee," Mrs. G interrupted. "I am hoping,
sweetheart, that you'll move onto another scheme to
put your cleverness into the service of humankind."
She led the way into the living room. "And look! The
macaroons are cool enough to serve too. However, only
those who pass a little test will get any with their
coffee."
"What test?" Belle frowned.
"Why?" Chrissy asked.
Woody looked wistful. "Gee," he mumbled. "I was never
really that good at"
"Oh no, not you, Woody dear. You get them without a test.
The test is for those who think they are better than
others."
"Wait," Belle said. "Actually, I don't knock ignorance.
Ignorance can be strangely exhilarating."
"Not to mention liberating," Chrissy rushed in. "If you
don't know all the things that can go wrong, all the
things that have already been tried and not worked,
whyyou can be so inventive, soooo..."
"Creative," Belle said. "For starters, you can coin your
own terminology." She edged toward the macaroons. "Some
say ignorance actually facilitates out-of-the-box
thinking. Couple an average intellect with some
ignorance of the basics, and you can get one powerful
politician. Opens up whole new vistas of stuff he
wants to do, he thinks he can do. And after all,
isn't self-confidence the absolute prerequisite for
leadership?"
On the television screen, the candidate frowned and pursed his lips
into a tight smile. "We cannot let terrorists and rogue nations hold
this nation hostile or hold our allies hostile. I'm a free trader.
I'll work to end terriers, tariffs and barriers everywhere."
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If you would like to weigh in on either side of this argument, please send me a note. Clever zingers are
especially welcome. BG.
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