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You are right. I heard a recording of part of her oration on one of the radio talk shows last night, and it was a horrible revelation. She combines the skin-crawling features of Eleanor Roosevelt's speaking style with the creaking of an ancient rope footbridge over a chasm under the feet of unwitting pack donkeys. It is the kind of voice that kids would rather do chores like mowing the lawn and taking out the garbage than listen to. She has earned the status of old maid late in life; honeybees bypass this faded, dry-brown flower and head directly to the goldenrod and milkweed in the next field. She is only a sack of public causes that falls out of the back of the pickup truck on the way to the municipal landfill and breaks open to strew its stale, used contents along the shoulder of the road where muttering bums in military surplus hooded parkas pick through the debris hoping, but failing to find something to enhance their cardboard villas.

"She combines the skin-crawling features of Eleanor Roosevelt's speaking style with the creaking of an ancient rope..."

A couple of thoughts here...

If I recall correctly, she let the world know in the first reign of Clintigula that she "channeled" or communed with the spirit of Mrs. Roosevelt. From what I've read, they have a great deal in common and I ain't referring to greatness.

The part about a creaking rope set me off on a private fantasy having to do with Mr.s. Krinton and some stout hemp rope. Sorry, it has nothing to do with kinky sex.

That was beautiful. I was driving home from work to nurse a cold and wondered what made me feel sick to my stomach then I remembered hearing the Beast VonBuchenwald on Hannity. I love Hannity but that was not a good thing to hear. Not at all!