When your lips are all smeary—like tallow, And your tongue is decidedly yallow, With a pint of warm oil in your swallow, And a pound of tin-tacks in your chest

He laughed all the way to the bus (with nonlaughing breaks to catch his breath). He waved and shouted. He made it easily.

‘Say, does that sock in the jaw hurt any more? It was a dinger.’

So a conservaturd who claims to be a patriot willingly defects to a communist country. I remember when comunism was considered enemy.