Showing posts with label Senator Smoot. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Senator Smoot. Show all posts

Thursday, April 30, 2009

Mardon me, Padam... (aka Smoot Hoot)

Mardon me, Padam, but you're occupewing the wrong pie. May I sew you to another sheet?

It's a Spoonerism. I learned it from my mother when I was five years old. Or try "for the breast in bed, buy our baguette," which I did not learn from my mother, though she would have loved it. A language tic. Sometimes a joke, and some people just talk that way.

All by way of saying that I enjoy bashing Michele Bachmann as much as the next guy--and I really do believe she is a few lutefisks short of a smorgasbord--but mocking her for "Hoot-Smalley"--i.e., "Smoot Hawley," the tariff--is really laying it on a bit thick. For one thing, it isn't even original with her:
  • A certain Mark Whittington made the blooper in a book review posted July 17, 2007 (link). It's a review of The Forgotten Man by the notorious Amity Shlaes; I don't have a copy handy so I can't check right now to see whether the error originated with her or him.
That's from the first few pages of the Google search, after which I quit looking.

I must say also, however, that Rep. Bachmann might want to look further into the career of Senator Reed Smoot (R-Utah). He (sic, not Franklin Roosevelt) was indeed the (co) author of a punitive, perhaps nation-destroying tariff. And not just of "stuff." Smoot wanted restrictions on indecent books. As Ogden Nash aid:
Smite, Smoot,
Smite for Ute.
They're smuggling smut
From Balt to Butte.
Now, there's a campaign that Michele Bachmann might want to get behind.