We head to Civil War! Not the Triathalon-killing kind, naw, we’re talking the original item here… if you ignore Caesar’s civil war… and the English Civil War … and the Vendee … and the natural state of Italy pretty much at any given time…
THE CIVIL WAR!! Grab yourself a harmonica, that leg you lost to grape shot back in ’62, and dig in for a spell.
– Count Dolby von Luckner
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So, the whole Douglass thing didn’t QUITE work as planned, and now, by way of making it ALL BETTER, Frederick has elected to attempt to pass off Abraham Lincoln as Napoleon Bonaparte. We don’t see how this could possibly go wrong.
– The Count and Geoff
This episode came in under the wire. Sunday night, while the Count battled with his mystery affliction, I came down with a case of the Bourbons.
Which means that I let my liver take an amble through several glasses of delicious bourbon contained in my bar instead of diligently working on Frederick.
And yet, somehow, this episode got finished. People ask me what it’s like to be a hero. I tell them that I drink my whiskey one glass at a time, straight, no chaser.
–Geoff
As we speak, some virus is doing its damn best to kill my insides and then eat them. That aside, however, some of my favorite reading is the stuff about Lincoln’s early political years as an Illinois state representative. Basically, as far as I can piece together, his legislative strategy was to stand up, tell an amusing anecdote which doesn’t seem to have anything to do with anything but that is just too damn Old Timey Charming to resist, and then sit back down to tumultuous applause.
That’s probably something of an exaggeration, but, as I said, there is a virus trying to eat my important bits… Time to Get Equipped! with SOUP!
– Count Dolby von Luckner