The paraphrase of a Mitt Romney speech posted by Andrew Sullivan doesn’t seem to mean anything. However, this does:

America God. America God. God fabulous. Family fabulous America family great. America America! Family America. Fabulous great faith faith faith fabulous gosh God America family America. America faith gosh? Faith faith. Strong America? Gosh gosh faith faith? America faith? Fabulous great faith God family. Faith God! Fabulous family America? Great faith. Family gosh faith! Family strong! Fabulous God fabulous fabulous!

Use the Code Quacker to interpret it.

My team have been working on polishing the code quacker for some time now. Initially I couldn’t understand what Poland and the Polish had to do with anything, but I have to admit that now the quacker does indeed look better. For newcomers, the code quacker is a tool that let’s you encode messages in various interesting vocabularies. For example, if someone proposed to you, what could be more romantic than sending them an email saying:

Snuggle snuggle. Cuddle tickle! Hug kiss hug. Cuddle cuddle. Kiss hug! Smooch tickle! Smooch smooch. Cuddle smooch cuddle cuddle kiss. Snuggle snuggle! Snuggle kiss. Tickle cuddle smooch hug kiss! Snuggle cuddle smooch smooch wriggle? Wriggle hug.

Which, after using the code quacker, they discover translates to:

No!

It has been alleged by certain parties that the hills are alive.  Moreover, that they are alive with sound.  In particular, the sound of music.  Is this plausible?  Certainly, hills contain organic components, but is music really what keeps them all going?   I guess if we’re talking jazz, or grunge, that’s plausible, I can picture it.  But why specify that it is the sound of the music that matters?  Why not simply claim “the hills are alive with music?”  Could it be anything else, the girth or soapiness of the music?  The hills are alive with the stink of something fishy.