That chump wouldn't know his ass from a hole in the ground.

Our country has come through a painful period of trial and disillusionment since the victory of 1945. We anticipated a world of peace and cooperation. The calculated pressures of aggressive communism have forced us, instead, to live in a world of turmoil.

By the Dog returning to eat what he vomited, and the Sow wash'd rewallowing in the Mire.

“You see,” replied Mull, “Scornsbury is a very talented writer—very talented. However, he suffers from globophobia.” “Globophobia?” “Yes, globophobia—an extreme fear of balloons.”