Heironymus sent me a link to a spelling test. For the record I got an A+.

You’re a spelling genius! You’re an intelligent and careful speller with an eye for detail. You clearly know all of the most commonly misspelled words in English like the back of your hand. Use your spelling knowledge to save the world, because without you we won’t survive!

When I went to school, students were drilled in spelling with many, many spelling tests. We also learned the differences between to, too, and two. And there, their, and they’re. I before e, except after c, unless the word rhymes with way like weigh. Of course, there are many exceptions like weird. Woe betide me if I turned in an essay in high school with misspelled words. This was long before spellcheck. Because of this drilling and rote, misspelled words jump off the page at me. Alas, we no longer teach this stuff to our children. Even cursive is dying out. Remember Trayvon Martin’s girlfriend who was nineteen and in eleventh grade and didn’t know how to read cursive? I’ll venture to say that she didn’t know how to spell either.

I don’t think I have ever seen a single misspelled word on any essay Ron has ever sent me. He’s a few years older so he went through the same rigorous English language training I did. Same with my sister who is four years older. Even my senile old Canadian buddy who likes to take exception to my writing and politics never misspells a word except for those ending in or like color since he uses the British version colour. Those drills may have been tedious and boring but you would be surprised how much more intelligent one’s writing looks without misspelled words.

One more thing. Have you ever noticed that the finalists in the spelling bees seem to be dot not feather Indians?

An overcast start to a hot muggy day,
And I realize that I have nothing to day,
So I’ll dig around into that matter that’s gray
And come up with some damned thing any old way.

I wish that the media saw their way clear
To tell me what happened, not what I SHOULD hear.
I want to know who did what, to whom, and where
But that’s not what normally gets on the air.

Instead they explain only what THEY think’s news
And ignore any issue that won’t match their views.
They edit and cut and revise as they choose
Until what we get only serves to confuse.

Like what our dear FLotUS on commencement night
Said to throw gasoline on our racial firefight
Just because she cannot quite get over her spite
And forgive her black parents for not being white.

Yes, I want to hear who, what, when, where, how, and why
But I’ll bet Mooch’s comments don’t cause hue and cry
‘Cause the alphabet editors all will deny
That she is as racist as that Sharpton guy.

And before I go get me my sweet bun and tea
Let me give you some helpful advice that is free:
When you get a new puppy to hold on your knee,
Please consult the directions before assembly.

Saw this in this morning’s Atlanta Urinal and Constipation.

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Doesn’t that just nail it with the Clintons? Ron sent me this Jonah Goldberg quote.

“The simple fact is: This is her. There is no other her… They are Clintons and they are eternal, Aesopian, unchanging. The tackiness and the lying, the parsing and corner-cutting, the entitlement and fakery: This is what they do…They do this to themselves. They create these problems. They are the authors of their own torment because this is who they are.” – Jonah Goldberg

In a sane world, both of these grifters would be in jail for the rest of their lives. Instead, there’s a good chance the Stupid Party will nominate someone so inept that Thunder Rodent Thighs will be our next president.