If you’ve been a regular reader of this blog over the past few years I’m sure you’re no stranger to this post. Yup. It’s that time again… no, not that time. Talk like a Pirate Day is September 19th, and yes I know i missed it this year. My computer was dead. Quit harassing me! Arrrrr!, Ye’ll be walkin’ the plank doun ta Davey Jones sooner than ye be thinkin’ if ye keeps that up. Yarrrr!
Errr… umm, where was I? Oh yes. November fifth.
Yup. It’s time for the traditional burning of effigy of the man who was caught red-handed trying to blow up the British houses of parliment back in 1605.
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- Remember, remember the Fifth of November,
- The Gunpowder Treason and Plot,
- I know of no reason
- Why Gunpowder Treason
- Should ever be forgot.
- Guy Fawkes, Guy Fawkes, t’was his intent
- To blow up King and Parliament.
- Three-score barrels of powder below
- To prove old England’s overthrow;
- By God’s providence he was catch’d
- With a dark lantern and burning match.
- Holloa boys, holloa boys, let the bells ring.
- Holloa boys, holloa boys, God save the King!
Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation, stands vivified and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin van-guarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition.
The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous.
Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose, so let me simply add that it’s my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V.
Le Sigh…
I knew someone would manage to dumb this down to a V for Vendetta reference.
Congrats Stu (whomever you may be). You wins teh intarnets