Friday, May 27, 2011

'Say it ain't so, Miss Scarlet! We fixing to be gone with the wind if that Mr. Perry run for president!'

Texas Gov. Rick Perry
“Say it ain’t so, Miss Scarlet! We fixing to be gone with the wind again!”

“Don’t worry you little head, Prissy. It will never happen.”

“Okay, Miss Scarlet. I don’t know nothing 'bout no politics!”

"Another thing, Miss Scarlet, if I can ask you. How is Mr. Governor Perry gonna secede Washington from the United States? Will he try like he said in Texas, Miss Scarlet?"

"I declare, Prissy you come up with the silliest things. Don't worry.  I swear he man is all smooth hair and no brain. He's the Prissy of politics. That's no reflection on you, Prissy."

"If you say so, Miss Scarlet. But I think you saying I'm stupid."

"Now, Prissy you know I wouldn't say that to your face."

"If you say so, Miss Scarlet. I still . . . " 

"Prissy. . . " 

"Yes ma'am, Miss Scarlet.  I can't help it. That don't sound right to me."

"I believe they call it stonewalling, Prissy. Politicians do it all the time."

"Yes, ma'am, Miss Scarlet. But your pappy said Mr. Governor Perry is windy as a sack full of farts."

"Prissy I declare.  Shoo on out of here and make me want a mint julep! I told you to stop listening to my poor ol' pappy. He'll say whatever crosses his mind."

"Oh. Lordy! Lordy Miss Scarlet! I tells you! That ain't right! We gone be gone with the wind!"

"Hush, Prissy! Calm yourself. Go help Natty birth that child she ready to have. I heard it's her time."

"Oh, no, Miss Scarlet! I can't help with birthing no babies! I ain't no doctor, Miss Scarlet. Babies scare me! I'm fixing to make you a mint julep!'

"Prissy, what am I going to do with you? "

"I don't k rightly know, Miss Scarlet. You'll think of something!"

"I declare you're giving me a headache." 

"Miss Scarlet you think Mr. Gov. Perry will get to be president . . . seeing he got a strong hate for all the folk in Washington?"

"Prissy, I'm going to tell you what my precious pappy would say: ' The governor's is so full of shit his eyes turned brown'. My poor ol' pappy did have a way with words."


"Oh, Miss Scarlet! Listen at how you talking like your pappy!"

"Hush your mouth, Prissy. Go on and help Natty . . ."

"But Miss Scarlet . . ."

"I know. You can't help with birthing babies."

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