Not that it’s poetic, but B. O.’s rhetoric shares an attribute of some contemporary poetry, concatenations of agreeable-sounding words designed to conjure up big visions, but when decoded sum to meaningless excrement of a male bovine.
May I paraphrase? “… a tale told by an inexperienced pretender, full of dung and roses, signifying nothing.”
The decline of English comprehension in this country, a schooling phenomenon which B. O.’s election would accelerate, abets his strategy, but if you’re dazzled by meaningless excrement, hearken back to your 7th, 6th, 5th grade language classes and scrutinize his pronouncements. What do they mean? If you’re not sure, don’t give the man the benefit of the vote.
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