Thursday, 23 February 2006

A Vote For Bérubé Is Like a Kiss From Your Mother . . . and You Like That. Don't you?

Burma-Shave Campaign Slogans for Team Bérubé:

Michael Loved
The Little Lass
Who Helped
Convert
The Whole Damn Class!
Bérubé

—

Young Lad,
Hard Right.
Heard Mike
New Life!
Bérubé

—

In Voting Booths
Remember, Guy:
Vote Left
Like Mike
Or Right
Then Die.
Bérubé

—

Left At Trotsky
Left At Saddam
Left At Lenin
Hey There Stalin!
Bérubé

—

Never Mind
The Horror Wits
Michael Gives
Them Wingnuts
Fits.
Bérubé

—

David Marched
With MLK
Now He Makes
Those Darkies
Pay!
Bérubé

[Look at what I've started.  I'm impressed . . . with myself.  More to come later.  Feel free to contribute your own.  You can still vote but Michael has a comfortable lead for the time being.]

Feb 23, 2006 6:42:38 PM | Academia, Literary Theory, Literature

5 Comments

LeoStrauss

Scott,

Thanks for making my day. Haven't had this much fun re the campaign in a long time.

Posted by: LeoStrauss | Thursday, 23 February 2006 at 10:08 PM

Rich Puchalsky

Dangerousness
Makes wingers rave
That's why I don't
Use Burma-Shave
Bérubé

Posted by: Rich Puchalsky | Friday, 24 February 2006 at 12:05 AM

Scott Eric Kaufman

So I'm guessing I'm the only who read The Verse By The Side Of The Road? Or that no one here's all that old? 'Cause these signs are classic. Where else can you find a strange mixture of shaving wisdom, admonitions not to drink and allusions to mangled corpses?

Posted by: Scott Eric Kaufman | Friday, 24 February 2006 at 10:23 AM

Kevin Andre Elliott

Scott has taken
quite the lead
the worst future prof
he may be indeed
Kaufman

Posted by: Kevin Andre Elliott | Friday, 24 February 2006 at 11:02 AM

Kathleen

I haven't read that book Scott, but I did read "The Prize Winner of Defiance, Ohio" and you are right - Burma Shave signs rule.

BTW, you are my new hero. I was so sad going to bed last night, seeing Bellamy Foster's numbers tick up like that. fight on.

Posted by: Kathleen | Friday, 24 February 2006 at 12:56 PM

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