Háry János is/was a mythical character who reappears incarnate now and then. If you know the legend, Háry is a teller of tale tales, an Hungarian Paul Bunyon sans Blue Ox. He appeared as the subject of an opera by Zoltán Kodály. The suite or extracted orchestra music from the opera starts with what is called the "great orchestral sneeze" as the legend goes, if some tells a story that may or may not be true, the "truthi-ness" is attested to by a listener who offers up a great sneeze. That "ker-chu" serves to say "yup! that's gospel" type of affirmation. In the Opera, Háry's audience contained a "plant"; someone in league with Háry who would sneeze after each incredible story.
I have a whopper of cold right now and on reading up on colds it appears that there is a few days gestation period between exposure and the first sneeze. I wouldn't be a good Hungarian judge of the tall tales told at the "great debate" (better known as the Paul Bunyon for President whopper-fest) the other night as we have any variety of "plants" who were ready to sneeze no matter. They didn't need my three days of incubation - something I know call reflection - but ka-chuued right away.
After the Sunday morning talkshownewsfestival (yes ... no spaces....a new word), the sneezing is in full force. I'm pretty partisan toward the left but all runny-nose aside, the President gave a pretty bad showing and didn't offer up much at all. He was, as our saying goes, not something to sneeze at.
Our Mitten, our Háry János, told any number of whopper stories, so crazy and absurd, that if he were wooden, his nose would grow. He had a lot of buddies who sneezed and it has taken us some reflection to figure out that simply, the truth wasn't in him. From the 90 billion in green energy projects to the 700,000 would lose their jobs as a result of something or another coupled with the $5 trillion instant budget fix - well Háry János meet the Mitten.
I'm probably as ill as I am today not for a respiratory infection alone. I ill because I have a President who didn't show up and a Háry János candidate and a room full of sneezes.
I have a whopper of cold right now and on reading up on colds it appears that there is a few days gestation period between exposure and the first sneeze. I wouldn't be a good Hungarian judge of the tall tales told at the "great debate" (better known as the Paul Bunyon for President whopper-fest) the other night as we have any variety of "plants" who were ready to sneeze no matter. They didn't need my three days of incubation - something I know call reflection - but ka-chuued right away.
After the Sunday morning talkshownewsfestival (yes ... no spaces....a new word), the sneezing is in full force. I'm pretty partisan toward the left but all runny-nose aside, the President gave a pretty bad showing and didn't offer up much at all. He was, as our saying goes, not something to sneeze at.
Our Mitten, our Háry János, told any number of whopper stories, so crazy and absurd, that if he were wooden, his nose would grow. He had a lot of buddies who sneezed and it has taken us some reflection to figure out that simply, the truth wasn't in him. From the 90 billion in green energy projects to the 700,000 would lose their jobs as a result of something or another coupled with the $5 trillion instant budget fix - well Háry János meet the Mitten.
I'm probably as ill as I am today not for a respiratory infection alone. I ill because I have a President who didn't show up and a Háry János candidate and a room full of sneezes.