This is not about Lord Whatsis in Harry Potter and it’s not about the Hasidim who insist on spelling “God” with two letters separated by a hyphen. This is about the President Elect of the United States.
Some background: While narrating and producing a nationally broadcast radio show, your correspondent decided to see how long he could go without saying “President Bush” or any variation of the name.
It started during the runup to the vote. So far, so good. No mentions. Zero! Nada. None. Zip. Zed. Naught.
Then the Supreme Court elected him president. By five votes. The smallest margin in the country’s history. Okay, let’s see how long we can continue this game without the bosses noticing and stopping it.
We did stories about “the President,” the “incoming administration,” the “White House,” the “Commander-in-Chief.” Every substitute that was possible. After all, the president generates a lot of news… so there were a lot of stories.
It’s time to haul out all those phrases and dust them off. Time to write about the President-elect, and after the inauguration about the President. And let’s see how long we can sustain making a non person out of the guy’s name. Just for the fun of it.
“Donald Trump.” With any luck that’s the last time you’ll see the actual name in these posts. Why? Just because it’s possible to tell the stories without using his name.
What does that accomplish? Nothing. Doesn’t even satisfy my inner sophomore. But these days small amusements count because there will be so many reasons to not have them.
So move over President B*sh, Lord Whatsis and the actual Lord, you’ve got company in President Elect Tru… oops. Almost wrote it.
Gotta practice practice practice.
“I don’t want to hurt the Clintons. I really don’t.” -- The guy who called Mrs. Clinton “Crooked Hillary” for a solid year during his campaign for election which he won on a technicality.
--The President Elect met with big shots from TV news the other day in order to chew them out for not kissing his orange behind during the election. His people called the session “cordial.” The New York Post called it something close to a beheading.
--Happy Thanksgiving, a real American holiday. We can overeat, overdrink and fall asleep in an easy chair as uncle Ned tells his WWII stories for the 13,456th time. And we can promise ourselves that next year it’s going to be at YOUR house.
--A reminder, WestraDamus 2017 is under construction. It’s scheduled for posting here and on the website sometime toward the end of the month. If you have anything you think worthy of the non prophet’s attention, don’t hesitate to drop him a note.
-Here’s one way to grow the economy: mandate three point seatbelts for every passenger on every school bus… a move that will cost hundreds of millions of dollars and save countless lives.
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