I Fink I Gots Deaf On Me

From Dickens's Cockneys To Salinger's Phonies, From Kerouac's Beatniks To Cheech And Chong's Freaks, And On To Hip Hop's Homies, Dialect Has Always Been Used As A Way For Generations To Distinguish Themselves.

Perhaps There Is A Reason That There Is No Fool Piece On The Chessboard. What Action, A Fool? What Strategy, A Fool? What Use, A Fool? Ah, But A Fool Resides In A Deck Of Cards, A Joker, Sometimes Two. Of No Worth, Of Course. No Real Purpose. The Appearance Of A Trump, But None Of The Power: Simply An Instrument Of Chance. Only A Dealer May Give Value To The Joker.

Tommy Moved On. "lash, Your People Have Been Oppressed For Hundreds Of Years. It's Time To Strike Back. Look, You Don't Have Your Mba Yet - They Haven't Completely Juiced You Of Your Usefulness Yet. Would Martin Luther King Back Down From This Challenge? Malcolm X? James Brown? Don't You Have A Dream? Don't You Feel Good, Like You Knew That You Would, Now?

In Business, As In Politics, The Public Is Ever So Tolerant Of Those Who Slime.

The Fact That 'a Dirty Job' Has Comedy And Supernatural Horror In It, That Both Are Woven In And Out Of It With A Whimsical Tone, Despite The Fact That It's About Death, Makes It Hard To Characterize With Standard Genre Labels - But I Have No Problem With That. I'd Call It A Funny Story About Death, And Leave It At That.