Stanley Tweedle is a god  
A warrior and a gent.  
We are not fit to suck his feet  
Or dine on his excrement.  
At night we croon  
By the light of a moon  
Of his courage and his creed.  
Hey ho there he goes  
Oh woe for his foes  
Long live the Tweedle seed.  
Stanley, Stanley  
Top of the hero class  
Stanley, Stanley  
We live to Kiss his Ass!  
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  • Given that was the throwaway line of the comment, that’s a rather uncharitable read of it. I love the purity checks though guys, really cool and meaningful dialogue.

    In the theoretical reality where the USA isn’t my enemy and I hit my head with a hammer enough times to find gambling appealing, my money being only worth 2/3rds would give me pause going to nickle and diming land. Apparently that doesn’t give gamblers pause I’ve just learned, so fair enough. I’d need to hit my head with a hammer longer than I thought in order to meet the intellectual capacity of the average Canadian who visits Las Vegas in any context. I’ll keep that in mind going forward.