Teach me to go grocery shopping. You all were working overtime. A whole new lexicon evolves before my eyes.

Republicant

Republikant

Republican't

Republiqani

Raspubleticheskovo

Republics

Repubican

Rebulicpants (Republicpants? - although I really kind of like the original)

Republicanoodle (ing)

Republicaanisqatsi

Racsexhomnazicant

Too many good ones here to choose from. I'm pretty sure I can spell them all, although the pronunciation of some might be beyond me. Letting the situation at hand be the guide sounds like a great plan.

As for Sh**ter misses the turn I have a picture of some guy on a Vespa wrapped around a tree.

Golf cart? I'm laughing even harder.

Somewhere, shortly after the 19th hole....

Where's ThisIsLi when we need him/her?

Unpublican (is this sort of like the un-cola?)

.... but I need a short time out to clean the coke off my monitor.

racsexis-H-Fuggin-homnazicant?!?!

Presumptuous Insect has begun to satirize the satire. I'm sure this is not unprecedented in the world of language, but we need a linguist or something to help write the dictionary, keep track of the derivatives, plural forms and origins. Help!

Cawcus? As in crow?

Would it be Rebulicpants that caw, or some other derivative.

What a grim story. Chickenshits! That kind of crap makes me really, really angry. Makes me want to dress in black and find 'em in an alley or something. Hope you were able to recover fairly quickly. Sometimes... not always... but sometimes after something like that happens to me, I think, "Wow. Glad I dodged that bullet." Hope the competitor felt the win was worth it once he got the office. Know folks in local level offices that get that kind of crap all the time. No damn fun.

(I'm falling behind but I'll toss this up anyway)...

Dumped a *whole* cup of coffee on my Micro$oft 'natural wave' keyboard. Moved quickly to upend it and let the coffee run out the side. Let it dry upside down. Figured any coffee that didn't run out would puddle in the underside of the keys. After a couple of days, I hooked it back up. Still worked. A couple of the keys were really badly stuck, though. An upholstery tack hammer worked like a charm to loosen the keys that were 'frozen.' Had nothing to lose at that point, so a good sharp WHACK didn't seem out of order. Still works.

Emperor Reshrubicus' speech at the Fraudulist Society -- the new unitary priapist theory of the sole organ.

I'm in the presence of genius. Lakoff? Er, Good for you! I've finished I is a Strange Loop and have begun GEB. Linguistically, I'm okay. But, I have these strange out-of-body sorta experiences.

I'm not very far behind you. I found The Chocolat Interrobang and have it bookmarked. I will think about it.

My DC/karmic cleaning project for tomorrow is the "mud room." Ugh. The only place in my house more fightening than the mud room is the refrigerator. Not yet brave enough to take that one on.

The list compiled so far, should anyone else want to riff on it, is:

Republicant

Republikant

Republican't

Republiqani

Raspubleticheskovo

Republics

Repubican

Rebulicpants (Republicpants? - although I really kind of like the original)

republicanoodling

Republicaanisqatsi

Racsexhomnazicant

Unpublican (is this sort of like the un-cola?)

racsexhomnazicantescence

racsexhomnazicantization

racsexhomnazicantiferous

racsexis-H-Fuggin-homnazicant

islamofaciracsexhomnazicantinejad

Republicaca

Repoopthepants

**Emperor Reshrubicus' speech at the Fraudulist Society -- the new unitary priapist theory of the sole organ (got to hang on to this one - just 'cause)

I don't get out often enough. Were you, are you, aware that Garry Trudeau has a page over at Slate that is like a clearing house of military blogs and bloggers called the The Sandbox?

http://gocomics.typepad.com/the_sandbox/

I've only touched the top of the first page, but this looks like compelling reading. For example:

ROLLOVER

Name: The Usual Suspect

Posting Date: 11/15/07

Stationed in: Iraq

Milblog url: theunlikelysoldier.blogspot.com

Once again I found myself behind the wheel of one of the big green monsters; larger mission, plenty of US flags running around. I wasn't even remotely tired the night before, so I didn't bother to go to sleep. Figured I'd get plenty of sleep in during the mission. How's that for American work ethic?

We puttered along for two solid hours before we finally stopped. I reclined and slept as planned, except for when I had to move the truck or drop the ramp or cure cancer. Before long (quite a few more hours) it was time for us to leave. Feeling rested, I put the truck in gear and prepared to follow our convoy out of the area.

The thing is, to exit this particular area, we had to drive over a narrow strip of land with a deep ditch on both sides of it. No problem, right? Handled it just fine coming in. Truck after truck crossed it without incident. Then comes my turn, the last vehicle to cross. We get about halfway when the ground on the right side starts giving out. The truck leans to the right. Thing is, you get used to Strykers leaning this way and that, so for that first second or so, it seemed normal. You know, until it kept on leaning.

This is my thought process versus what came out of my mouth:

Thought: We are clearly about to roll over, and this is going to be bad. My vehicle commander is probably going to be ejected from his hatch and crushed to death, and it will be all my fault for being an idiot and a shitty driver. This is really bad.

Spoken: "FUCK!!! FUCK!!! FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK!!!! FU---Oompf!........fuck...fuck. Ow, God......fuck." ...(continued)...