Mobius Dick
They call me mushmouth. I speak not that which anyman may comprehend unless they be versed in the pursuit of the great white whale of politics. Our captain paces the deck with his shotgun toting parrot on his shoulder bellowing, “thar she blows” at the Middle East in general. Meanwhile, the captains-who-would-be screech from the lower decks, “avast, we be for change! Well, not too much change, mind you, there will still be the Senate and Congress to kick around!” The captain nervously twitches... Sign in to see full entry.