Abstract: In which The Blogger waxes eloquent–for a few seconds, anyway–and really puts his finger on the pulse of something important–and the crowds stand amazed.
The Blogger: [after emerging from a protracted reverie, in which he has been pondering things of a Genuinely Profound Significance for a Very Long Time]
Um, okay, here it is.
[he sucks in a deep breath]
It seems to me that–maybe–
[he glances furtively from one side to the other]
–if all flockbinkers are treadknicious–
[he pauses significantly]
–and if–let’s say–some wamwams are flockbinkers–
[a note of hesitation enters his usually manly features]
–then we are kind of forced to the conclusion that… well…
[he closes his eyes, and balls his hands up into tight little fists]
…some wamwams are treadknicious!
The Assembled Throng: [bursts into wave upon wave of excited applause]
The Blogger: [visibly moved] Well, shucks, y’all. Thank you. You’re way too kind.
Y’know, it’s always good to be reminded of the truly classic stuff.