We're The Straight Dope, Bitch!

Because what’s good enough for The President of the United States of America is good enough for us! Wish I’d been aware of this development during my job interview yesterday. Nothing says “The Best” like a succinct and memorable catchphrase*.

“Mr. Montoya, Vizzini the Sicilian has built the wealthiest law firm in the State through sheer force of will. His organization helps thousands of people every year navigate the intentionally overly complex bureaucracies developed by medical providers and insurance companies to deliver quick and efficient relief to innocent victims of negligence. He is a pillar of the community, respected by all in Catania. What would you bring to this organization if we offered you a position?”

“I’m Inigo Montoya, Bitch!”

“I think you mean, Partner Inigo Montoya, sir. Welcome aboard. Your office is the 8th door on your left. You’ll find a yacht catalogue on the credenza next to the mini fridge–I believe you said you preferred Guinness for breakfast, yes?”

  • I can’t even get mad at this administration anymore. Clearly its reality has expanded well into the domain of surreality (or is it scurrility?), and I was taught not to mock that which I simply don’t understand.

And your problem is? It’s actually one of the few things for which people around here respect him. He puts America first and is unashamed about it.

Of course, it’s all bluster and blunder. What he says isn’t matched by what he does.

:dubious:

Nah, I don’t have a problem. Not anymore. In fact, this little nugget has an unnervingly refreshing stench of honesty about it.

In his own special “L’état, c’est moi, bitch” kind of way. America is only first for him because his face is printed on the money.

Oops, I wasn’t supposed to reveal that.

It would, anyway, if it was phrased as “We’re Russia’s Bitch.”

I heard America, Fuck Yeah! will replace The Star Spangled Banner anytime now.