Today's "constructive, positive" post is brought to you by the word "Macaca" and is dedicated to the Memory of the Campaign that used to belong to George Allen's cracker'd, lily-white* ass (and PUH-leez - he KNEW what he was doing). Besides, it's important to "motivite and inspire people for something". Whatever that "something" may be, is apparently left to Individual Interpretation .
SCENE: Target, dairy aisle
Crusty old woman, reaching out to hairy baby boy: Oh! Look at that baby with BIG hair!
Cagey, slapping at blue-veined hands: Git yer hands off my macaca!
SCENE: Cagey, reading to her son.
Cagey: This is George. He lived in Africa. He was a good little Macaca and always very curious.
SCENE: Aixois, 55th and Brookside. Outside, Brown Man holding a baby that suspiciously looks like a Monkey waves to White Woman sitting inside. Monkey Baby shrieks and laughs at White Woman.
Cagey, paying the bill while gesturing to fellow patrons: Don't worry, those are just my macacas!
SCENE: X and Cagey, lounging around in bed.
Cagey, purring seductively: Mmmmm, Mera Macaca.
*Not that there is anything necessarily WRONG with a lily-white ass. I mean, MINE was pretty frickin'' white the last time I looked. But, at least it's not Cracker'd.
Behold, the Power that is the Monkey
DUDE, don't MESS with the Monkey.