Alas, 'Our Man in Arkansas' is sleeping off his last meeting with his pal, good ol' 'One-tooth' Barney Magroo, his source for "events, dear boy, events" in 'Arkieland'. Consequently, his editor (er, that's me, by the way) has been forced to don my Bio-Chem suit and enter the infested corridors of the WaPo - yeeeeeees, quite! Still, I did learn from them - as the sound of heavy snoring drifted across the Atlantic!!! - that Mark 'Baby' Pryor, the Democrat holder of a seat in the Senate, is so fearful of losing to my new super hero, Tom Cotton (Go, Para boy, go! - er, that is the sort of thing they say 'over there', isn't it?) that he has called in his 'Mom' and his 'Pop' to help on the campaign. The Pryor family business, 'Arkie Inc', is running 'Arkieland' which it has done, man and boy, for absolute yonks whilst helping, at one time, that fine example of an old time Southern gen'eman, the honourable William Clinton, to become president - and again, yeeeeees, quite! Apparently, 'Baby' Mark ain't the man his gran'paw and his 'paw' were and he's way behind Mr. Cotton (the future POTUS, take it from me, I know these things!) So, in a panic he has called in Mommy and Daddy to help on his campaign. Is that pathetic or what? Incidentally, the entire piece in the WaPo, written by some Dem stooge called Philip Rucker who in his wilder imagination might possibly claim to be a journalist, is nothing but a smarmy piece of Democrat party agit-prop. The WaPo stinks!
Anyway, if someone could get round to waking up 'Our Man in Arkansas' I would be very grateful because, dammit, I have to do all the work round here!
