Sunday, March 25, 2007

Random Crap

This week's word is: PERSPICACIOUS- Having keen mental perception.

Naturally, this word is often used to describe me. In our personal correspondence William F. Buckley Jr. sometimes refers to me as the Prince of Perspicaciousness.

Take up the white man's burden
The savage wars of peace.
Fill full the mouth of Famine
And bid the sickness cease.
When your goal is nearest
An end for others sought,
Watch sloth and heathen folly
Bring it all to nought.

That is one verse of "The White Man's Burden" by Rudyard Kipling, a very good poem that I highly recommend. It's about the futility of trying to civilize the mud people.

Last night's summit meeting went well and I, once again, led King Selfish and The Vicar of Vanity to victory over the forces of sobriety.

Humbly yet Omnipotently Yours.
The Archduke


King Selfish said...

Poetry? Hmmm. I can't think of anything now, but I'm sure there is something more gay. Remember, the policy of this blog is don't ask don't tell, so there's no need to be rash. I suggest you step back, take a deep breath, and reflect on the possible ramifications of the confession that you are obviously considering. Besides, it's quite clear to everyone who has met you that you are a homotextual.

And yes, the fact that I just coined the word "homotextual" means that I am perspicacious.

King Selfish said...

Also, I'm not gay so I wouldn't know, but I've heard tell that old Rudyard's poem "Tommy" is pretty good too.

The Vicar of Vanity said...

OOOH a catfight! I'm sure you two cake sharing sweetie pies can work this out in a manful way which is non homotextual. Oh and when the king makes up words it perspicacious and when I make up words it is stupidcacious. I think someone needs to rethink their hypocritic oath. Oh and I know this comment is somewhat preemptive but I don't have time to wait for Archie to sniffle an answer.
The Vic

King Selfish said...

Hey, Vic, check the blog. I've never written a thing about your use of retardoramus words.

I'll need that apology in writing.

The Archduke of Arrogance said...

The poor king is permanently beer addled. He is not perspicacious, he is perspiratious and that is why we have to hose down the lawn furniture every time he leaves. As far as who is the gayest, I have one word for each of you. For the Vicar- SPRAY ON TAN! For the King- DIARY! My manly self rests his Masculine, Heterosexual case.