Wizard of Id Classics by Parker and Hart for August 21, 2016

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    ShadowBeast Premium Member over 8 years ago

    Those guys deserve their king.

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    GalleyOar  over 8 years ago

    Reverse trickle down economics.

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    timbob2313 Premium Member over 8 years ago

    and that is, while simplified, a primer of governmental corruption

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    John W Kennedy Premium Member over 8 years ago

    The Prodigality of Firdausi

    Firdausi the strong Lion among poets, lean of purseAnd lean with age, had finished his august mountain of verse,The great Shah Nameh gleaming-glaciered with demon wars,Bastioned with Rustem’s bitter labours and Isfendiyar’s,Shadowed with Jamshid’s grief and glory as with eagles’ wings,Its foot-hills dewy-forested with the amours of kings,Clashing with rhymes that rush like snow-fed cataracts blue and cold;And the king commanded to be given him an elephant’s burden of gold.

    Firdausi the carved Pillar among poets was not dearTo government. They smiled at the king’s word. The Grand VizierTwisted his pale face, making parsimonious mouths, and said“Send the old rhymer thirty thousand silver pounds instead—The price of ten good vineyards and a fine Circassian girl.’This pleased them and they called a secretarial shape, a churl,A pick-thank without understanding and of base descent,And bade it deliver their bounty, and with mincing paces it went.

    It found the Cedar amoung poets in the baths that day,At ease, discoursing with his friends. Exalted men were they,Taking their wine and sugared roseleaves in an airy hall,Poets or theologians or saints or warriors allOr lovers or astronomers. Like honey-drops the speechDistilled in apophthegms or verses from the lips of each,On roses and presdestination and heroic warsAnd rhetoric, and the brevity of the life of man, and the stars.

    With courtesy the Lily among poets asked its will.The bearers laid the silver at his feet. The hall was still,The churl grew ple. Firdausi beckoned to the Nubian slaveWho had dried their feet; to him the first ten thousand coins he gave.Ten thousand more immediately he gave the fair-haired boyWho waved the fan, saying ‘My son, may Allah send you joy;And in your grandson’s house in unbelieving FrangistanMake it your boast that once you spoke with the splendour of Iran.’

    Lastly the Heaven of poets to the churl himself returnedThe remnant. ‘You look pale, my friend,’ he said. ‘Well have you earnedThis trifle for you courtesy and for the heat of the day.’Clutchin his silver, silently, the creature slunk away,And dogs growled as he passed and beggars spat. Laughter and shameWait upon all his progeny; on him, Gehenna’s flame.Immediately the discourse in the baths once more beganOn the beauty of women and horses and the brevity of the life of man.

    —C. S. Lewis

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    brklnbern  over 8 years ago

    How Washington works and also revenue sharing.

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