Date: September 04, 2020 10:12PM
"If you never do anything wrong, you're not doing it right."
"Morally Relative and Relatively Moral sound as if one might be the reverse of the other, but if there were ever a truth to tell, neither would be it."
--Judic West, out of both sides of his mouth
In the sodden spring of 1735, whilst traveling to market, the coach of the Earl of Ladenwell become stuck in the mire of Olde Markete Roade. The rain was pouring down and the Earl soon became very wroth.
Within a few minutes, the Duke of McDonalds, his arch enemy, happened by and began to make sport of the Earl. Because the Earl was indeed an heir (quite distant, of course) to the throne, he could and did begin to curse the Duke royally!
This ired the Duke and his wroth was bigger than the Earl's wroth! But both quieted down as Count David Roth rode by, on his way to be waxed, languidly twiddling his fingers at his two peers of the realm. The Count was famous for his being a waxed Roth...
During that quiet interlude, the Earl decided that letting the Duke provoke him was silly, so he climbed back into this coach and began to play gin rummy with his mistress, Lady Shawna Hanks. When the Duke tried to reignite their 'discussion', the Earl ignored him.
The Duke of McDonalds was sore angry and called the Earl a filet of fish, which in truth wasn't much of cat-call. The Earl's brief response, words that have rung down through the centuries as well as wrung out through the wringers, was "Whiner whiner, chicken diner!"
Now totally mispronounced, the Earl's response continues to haunt us.
I say this in Even Jesus name, aw mehn.