if james joyce had a political blog
August 21, 2008, 11:46 am
A Gloomy Forecast for Barry O’Bama in a Tavern Out of Time
CHICAGO—A spectral place, was 9009 Archey Road, tucked in a bend of the river on the South Side, with the night’s mist rising. A tavern out of time.
On the walls were a faded Parnell poster, lithographs of racehorses, and portraits of the town’s political thoroughbreds: Hinky Dink Kenna and Bathhouse John Coughlin, the great U.S. Sens. Paul Douglas and John Blutarsky, and assorted Mayor Daleys.
The barkeep, Dooley, was a man of stature. He poured with a liberal elbow, and was easy with his opinions.
i dare you to read the whole thing. it actually becomes more incomprehensible.
some reactions:
i think we can say one thing: it’s retarded
that’s a fuckin abortion of a story
this is like james joyce on crack
a potential comment: “how drunk were you when you wrote this?”
what! i dont understand
first of all. why is there a comma before was
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