by Smitty
A: Tulips on an organ of the state:
“Thank you Mr. President,” [T. Coddington Van Voorhees VII] concluded. “You are truly that big pianist we’ve all been waiting for.”
Yet another excellent Iowahawk outing.
Recall, at the old blog, Stacy had a similar Thurston Howell-meets-cranial-rectalitis character, Brooks Rossington Frumdreher III. At one point, Stacy outlined to me a variety of mis-adventures of a fallen blue-blood, who never found a political issue without a bit of space on the wrong side of it for his presence to inhabit.
One wonders what sort of tip jar bounty would be required to shake loose just a bit more of that justice from Stacy.