As Tater has been extremely secretive (oohh… almost James Bond villian-like in her intricasies) About her secret plot that she has been gathering information for.
Here is the forum for all guesses, conspiracy theories and scandalous accusations to be aired before she finally reveals what she has been scheming. I don’t know when she will reveal it, but like all evil plots, It should come at the right time. I don’t understand the timing of women,nevermind the timing of a sultyr goddess like Tater (;))
Note: Unfortunately, I don’t think it involves a giant laser of death. I hope it does, 'coz then I could wipe out France. [hank scorpio] nobody ever says Italy [/hank scorpio]
D’oh! Why didn’t I think of blowing up Italy…hey, how bout we cancel this plot and blow up Italy instead. <shiver> I always get this weird, claustrophobic feeling in Italy. I know other people like it, but something ain’t right with that country.
closely knit! Nay nay and trice Nay! This is the cunning plot in the history of cunning plots! this plot is as cunning as a fox that has just been appointed Dean of Cunning at oxford University. Bwaahahahahahaha!!
Pshaw, that’s what you say now, Clogster but you were alarmingly full of enthusiasm in helping me find evil midis for said plot…Ooops, have I said too much?
And I wouldn’t say this plot was so much cunning, as it is a monument to what one sultyr woman, bored and suffering from insomnia, can accomplish.
Since Tater’s plot is all about setting herself up as Benevolent Intelligent Trustworthy Caring Heroine of The United States of Tatertotonia (formerly the U.S.A.) I’ll spread a little disinformation here.
There is indeed a Giant Laser Of Death (GLOD) involved, and I’m siding with Twisty here: let’s blast France.
Hey it’s my plot, and I say we blast Italy! Okay, so we may destroy a few historic buildings and some fine art, but the whole country makes me feel icky! And the whole country is full of lecherous men! Not that I’m saying that all Italian men are lecherous, but sheesh a girl can’t walk two feet without getting hit on. And I’m only sultyr, not gorgeous so I’d hate to see how it is for the attractive women.
OTOH, their food is good and I’ve never been hit on by an Italian woman, so…yeah, let’s just blast Arkansas or maybe the entire area where Arkansas, Tennessee and Mississippi meet.
I think this is an experiment on human networking and interlinkages. She previously hinted I was close when I suggested an experiment. She probably has a big mesh topology of the interconnections.
It was when she asked everyone to send her any spare plutonium they had lying around the house that I first started having misgivings about this project. So I want to take advantage of this brief twilight before the Constitution is suspended and we’re all sent to re-education camps by saying “Don’t blame me. I voted for Kodos.”
I think it’s a hillbilly takeover complete with Moonpies, coonskin caps and toe-tappin’, foot-stompin’ fiddle music. There’ll be square dancin’, cornbread and good old-fashioned Bible readings.
There will be much mismatched plaid and plenty of bare feet. Freckles and red hair will be plenty while teeth and personal grooming products will be rare.
The message board will hereafter be known as the SDHD (Straight Dope Hoe-Down). It’ll be run by Ole Ed Zotti and Tuber Diva. We will no longer click on “reply”, instead we will choose “Ainser 'em back!”
The forum names will be changed from About this Message Board to SYOTKBTHMB (Stuff Ya Oughten to Know ‘Bout This Here Message Board), from Comments on Cecil’s Columns to TCSIASF (That Cecil Shore Is a Smart Feller), from Comments on Staff Reports or Mailbag Answers to LHWSPDFOFU (Looky here What Some People Done Found Out Fer Us), from General Questions to IAGNAIBTHS-YTAGAI (I Ain’t Got Nary an Idear ‘Bout This Here Subject–Y’all Take a Gander At It), from Great Debates to WITDYMCOF? (What In Tarnation Do Ya Mean, Chevy or Ford?), from In My Humble Opinion to ICD-WEWYP (I Cain’t Decide–Which ‘En Would You Pick), from MPSIMS to MABWJSOTPCTFW…(Me And Bubba Was Just Sittin’ On The Porch Chewin’ The Fat When…) and from The BBQ Pit to TFWYY-BVGOOHSICOACOW-AOY (Them’s Fightin’ Words Ya Yella-Bellied Varmint Git Over Here So’s I Can Open A Can O’ Whoop-Ass On Ya)
People who insist on disrupting the boards with their pointless, inane escapades will no longer be labeled “trolls”, they will be branded “Yankees.”
All sigs will be changed to permanantly read, “Preach on, Brother Cecil. Amen!”
Luckily, when you spit your gum out and it hits the monitor, you can still chew it…thanks, evilbeth
I think tator is making a giant quilt, using our responses to figure out where to place people in relation to others. In the end, it’ll be on display on the Mall in D.C.