Say it out loud. Go ahead, it’s okay. You can just mutter it softly, if you’re in your cubicle pretending to work. But to get the full effect, you really need to breathe out and let the beautiful words flow through you:
Dicking bimbos, dicking bimbos, dicking bimbos. It’s the new “Rubber baby buggy bumpers.” It’s just plain fun to say.
No? Well, I like saying it, at least. I know Colin Powell isn’t a happy camper this morning, but I’d like to thank him for inadvertently dropping this indelible two-word truth bomb on the battlefield of Election 2016:
This is a good Colin Powell email pic.twitter.com/66krJvciYL
— Will Rahn (@willrahn) September 14, 2016
Instant classic. Even if you put aside the sociopolitical aspect of Powell’s critique — CBS News can’t! — it’s just a terrifically earthy turn of phrase. I’ve never had much of an opinion on Colin Powell one way or another, but today I like him a little bit more. “Dicking bimbos” is a fine addition to the lexicon of Clintonography.
I wish I could go back in time to 1998 and somehow use this phrase to alter the course of history. Two magic words, whispered into the right ear at the right time, could’ve changed everything. Just imagine:
“I wanna say one thing to the American people. I want you to listen to me. I’m gonna say this again. I did not. Dick. That Bimbo. Miss Lewinsky…”
Bill might’ve gotten away with it, if only he’d chosen his words a little less carefully.
Dicking bimbos. Dicking bimbos, you guys.
P.S. It’s all in good fun, Colin.
There once was a fellow named Colin
Whose e-mail exchanges were stolen
When he found out
He started to pout
His tushie was all red & swollen
— Jim Treacher (@jtLOL) September 14, 2016