Is Cecil dead and replaced?

Oh, please. You can’t cite an event that was completely covered up. Next thing you know, you’ll be asking Kennedy conspiracy theorists for ‘cites’ that Oswald was actually quietly enjoying a movie with longtime friend J.D. Tippet when a time-traveling clone of Oswald fired three shots out of a super-accelerated rifle from the Texas Book Depository.

To the staff of the Straight Dope, of course. Ask any of them. Have they ever seen Cecil within the last two years? Oh, sure, Ed claims to have seen them, but we know he’s in on the conspiracy. The Spaghetti-O’s picture tells all.

Sneaky, he was.

The smoke rings are a metaphor for the smoky back room where the deal was hatched, as well as for the clouds of smoke Ed Zotti felt his detractors would soon be lost in.

As for the dedication- that’s the key, don’t you understand? Cecil was driving in a rainstorm and lost control of his car because he was trying to eat a bratwurst sandwich. Little Ed, who was riding with Cecil (we believe this had something to do with an upcoming contract negotiation with Ed Zotti, but we’re real unclear on those details) forever more had a pathological aversion to rain and bratwurst! It’s so simple; why can’t you understand?

The problem as I see it is that people are always bringing up Slug’s “Death Car” drawing at http://www.straightdope.com/art/1976/760709.gif and the “Dead turkey-Cecil” drawing at http://www.straightdope.com/art/1979/790824.gif when they really should be concentrating on the “Happily Ever After” drawing at http://www.straightdope.com/art/1977/770415.gif.

Speak for yourself Chronos. I have valuable Cecil Adams information, available to any curious person for US$16.99 per tidbit. I take all major credit cards. No personal checks accepted. 5% cash discount.

For some reason, I find this to be one of the funniest things I’ve read in a long time.

Arnold, is there tax on that? Can I get an educational discount?

Arnold commented:

Anyone considering investing in Arnoldian Cecil trivia should stop and consider the fact posted at nearly the beginning of this thread:

P’r’aps the burgeoning SD merchandising industry might be expanded by the sale of Cecil factoids, from the horse’s mouth, as it were?

10 Dopers are taken to remote areas to find information about thier fearless leader, Cecil Adams. What they do not know is that one of them is truly CECIL ADAMS and will stop at nothing to keep his team from knowing his true identity. Each week one of them will be ousted off the show wearing the “Who is the Cecil? dunce cap of ignorance” ™. If succesful, Cecil will once again become a hermit of society, if not, 1 lucky Doper will know who Cecil really is for the rest of thier lives, but for that information not to leak, the Doper will soon after be killed.

Tuesdays at 8pm on ABC!

The Cecil knows everything.
The Cecil knows you.
The Cecil will trick you.
The Cecil will lie.
The Cecil will throw himself at money.
The Cecil will kill all who call him CeCe.
The Cecil is watching you.

Who Is The Cecil?

I suspect you are referring to Slug’s drawing of a “devil car” at http://www.straightdope.com/art/1980/801031.gif. However, I submit that http://www.straightdope.com/art/1980/801114.gif is conclusive proof that this so-called “fatal car accident” was little more than a flesh wound.

I wonder if this cryptic comment means you are implying that a roasted Cecil would “taste like turkey”.

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Originally posted by Lynn Bodoni
Cecil is VERY highly motivated by money…

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The truth of this statement is very well illustrated by http://www.straightdope.com/art/1980/800523.gif.

I don’t care if Cecil is real, I don’t care if he died on such-and-such date while driving a cartload of monkeys, I don’t care if he prefers boxers or briefs…

All I care about is him telling the world that a Star Destroyer could trounce the Enterprise in battle.

('Course, now I know he’ll side with thos nutty Trekkies just to spite me… the bastard!)

Much as I revere and admire Cecil, I admit to having mighty little interest in how he “tastes.”

However, I’ll take Zotti’s bratwurst if he’s not gonna finish it.

Happy 5000, Uke. You really ought to know better by now than to give us leads that are this easy. :wink:

Well, Eve’s been lying low recently, so I thought I was safe.

Anyway, the thought of a double-brat on a hard roll, everything on, from the great midwestern Chicago/Sheboygan Sausage Belt, is enough to addle me completely.

You Europeans…the sheer poetry of sausage is lost upon you. {insert winking smiley here}

I just went to Straight Dope archives! & searched for
“Who is Cecil Adams”? No quotes.

The first answer was: “What was the Leaning Tower of Pisa for?”

Then I searched for it with quotes around it & got the same answer.

Soon as I figure out the Pisa thing, I should have the answer :slight_smile:

Actually, on the bottom of the page here it says ‘Copyright’, so he might not be trademarked; but copyrighted. If anyone wants to telenet to the copyright office for a look-see it’s right here:

Ya have to telenet it.

You’re absolutely right, Uke. I had forgotten how completely American a Bratwurst really is. :wink:

Think Strawberry Fields Forever

Think Strawberry Fields Forever.
That’s obviously just the cover story.

Do I have to spell everything out? Hasn’t anyone else noticed that one of the persons posting to this thread is ShakeNBake?

John Corrado=Hannibal Lecter! Run, Cecil, run! Run like the wind! You’re in terrible danger!!!

Ah, but if you age the bratwurst, it turns green and crunchy and tastes like frog legs. :wink:

Nah, John’s more like one of those Pink Elephants from Dumbo.

You mean a Heffalump?

Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm…double-John Corrado on a hard roll, sliced onion and dill pickle, horseradish mustard, with a schooner of chilled Pilsener…

He’s got a clone farm system going in Florida in the off season.

There’s two whole teams getting ready to step in any time :smiley:

With regards to Cecil Adams being a trademarked name, I believe Billy Joel is also a trademarked name.

And as better off the world would be if Billy Joel were the recluse genius who wrote only once a week and Cecil was the Billionaire rock star, I am happy the way it is.