Originally published at: https://boingboing.net/2019/02/20/toxis-mooseculinity.html
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Some people’s idealized model for the Democratic primary.
It’s the future fossil isn’t it?
Loosen the moosen!
A Møøse once bit my sister…
Best credit roll ever made in the entire history of cinema.
Two moose enter, no moose leave!
It’s kinda sad, really though.
Deer me. That’s cold.
A strange game. The only winning moose is not to play.
They did the mash
They did the mooster mash
The mooster mash
It was a graveyard smash
They did the mash
It caught on in a flash
They did the mash
They did the mooster mash
Take solace in the knowledge that somewhere out there a lady moose is having a nice romantic evening with a gentle fellow who doesn’t have the biggest antlers but happens to be a great listener.
Or maybe just out partying with her girlfriends, singing karaoke and drinking maple-shoot daiquiris.
Or the winner of a nuclear exchange after the skies darken. Or market dominance once peak climate instability has done its worst.
It’s rather like the end of “Greed.”
Or maybe just hoofing himself in the back for planting that “Dueling Field” sign next to the thin ice.
“Toxic mooseculinity.”
Good name for a band.
But Teddy Roosevelt was the Bull Moose party candidate.
Did you forget, or deliberately reject, the Machiavellian puppetmooster possibility? A moose of sufficient malign cunning to induce two of his rivals to remove themselves…
I prefer Toxic Mescalinity.
Mutual Assured Destruction…
Mister President, we must not allow… a bull moose gap!