The Protocol-Harlem of all CAPTIONS!!!!

[skip fox]

W. is "thinking": "Geez. How come I can't get these Marines to do the high-five? Didn't they learn nothing in training?"

[BJ]

1. I thought he was just sayin'..."Hi...

....el."

[Bossy Monkey]

2. Laura: This is the last time I let him try to dress himself!

PS: There wasn't this much heiling going on at Nuremburg! (that's from me, not Laura)

[emad]

3. "The President's choice of non-matching jacket and trousers

ensembles from this year's boho-chic thrift store range has taken a new twist: the right sleeve now has permanent vertical re-inforcements for those Sigheil moments close to the republican heart.Also suitable for traffic-stopping duties....."

[Fenris]

4. The Marine is thinking: "Jesus Christ, blue suit, tie, and shirt..."

and BLACK pants? Oh, my GOD, the man has no sense of color. He looks like he just stepped out of the men's department at Penny's! What he needs is a nice three button black suit and a tailored white dress shirt, preferrably French-cuffed. A black tie would look absolutely gorgeous, but probably a bit too formal. And I don't want to split hairs, butwould it kill the man to maybe trim his eyebrows? Oh, and my God, how about getting a tan? He has the skin tone of a raw chicken breast...uh oh...um...that's right...don't ask, don't tell. Just keep it to yourself, Jim, keep it to yourself. You are Sergeant Jim "Rockrib" Hardcastle. Don't give yourself away..."

[eileen_d]

5. Talk to the palm, cuz I am DA BOMB!

Oops, I meant "Talk to the palm because I get excited about dropping bombs on other countries. Also I am a complete moron with no class who has no right to be in the White House."

[GOPisEvil]

6. W: "TAXI!!!!" Laura: "George, the house is right here - we can walk!"

[SpaceCatMeetsMars]

7. Marine: "He doesn't look too bad today, Ma'am."

Laura: "Yeah, I been giving him a lil after-weekend remedy I call 'Hair of the Dog' and I don't mean Barney, wink, wink."

[cosmicdot]

8. kick Spot down steps; get off; throw hand up in air ... yada yada yada ...

[skip fox]

9. We sigh and wave farewell as daytime's captions

recede into memory, fade, and are swallowed whole
by time's insatiable appetite. Our small sadness
is soon assuaged by the lighting of lamps, a spring night,
and minds that wake, fire up vast circuitries
to bring themselves to diamond clarity
that they might inscribe new captions
on the abyss, the maw that outlasts life, a sweet
sign, at least, of man's faith and ever going forth.



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