Extend A Metaphor To Breaking Point

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Or even better, make an analogy so complex that the original analogy no longer makes any sense.

Bonus points for people who can compare the current political system to the production of any kind of foodstuff.

― Pete (Pete), Wednesday, 2 April 2003 07:18 (twenty-two years ago)

This thread was made for Dan Rather!

― Lara (Lara), Wednesday, 2 April 2003 07:20 (twenty-two years ago)

But he appears to be busy right now...

― Lara (Lara), Wednesday, 2 April 2003 07:31 (twenty-two years ago)

*Even though I am tired and sicky* here's an opener:

The defences around Baghdad are as tight as the rusted lug nuts on a '55 Ford.

― Lara (Lara), Wednesday, 2 April 2003 07:36 (twenty-two years ago)

...running on empty down the road to hell.

― Colin Meeder (Mert), Wednesday, 2 April 2003 07:37 (twenty-two years ago)

"With an iron-clad fist I wake up and french-kiss the morning" -Bon Jovi, "Bed of Roses"

― Jody Beth Rosen (Jody Beth Rosen), Wednesday, 2 April 2003 07:45 (twenty-two years ago)

(actually that's just a mixed metaphor, and a vile one at that)

― Jody Beth Rosen (Jody Beth Rosen), Wednesday, 2 April 2003 07:51 (twenty-two years ago)

well, what did you expect from mr Jovi?

― g-kit (g-kit), Wednesday, 2 April 2003 07:56 (twenty-two years ago)

Lynsky, from the nu-shout at mod thread:

It seems to me there are too many new mods that are too eager to use their new found powers. Like Carrie in the film "Carrie".

That thread is full of self important analogies between ILx and THE WAR - to explain how ILx works rather than the other way round.

― Pete (Pete), Wednesday, 2 April 2003 07:56 (twenty-two years ago)

No blood for oilx

― Alan (Alan), Wednesday, 2 April 2003 08:19 (twenty-two years ago)

B-b-but isn't oil made out of blood?

― Pete (Pete), Wednesday, 2 April 2003 08:25 (twenty-two years ago)

yeah but what about oilx?

― Alan (Alan), Wednesday, 2 April 2003 08:26 (twenty-two years ago)

it sounds australian

― electric sound of jim (electricsound), Wednesday, 2 April 2003 08:42 (twenty-two years ago)

war, what's it good for? i'll tell you what. metro's letters have got even better now they have added war.

Which reminds me. Has anybody been keeping all the "Focus on..." green boxes from Metro's war coverage? Each day a new piece of num num hardware, an AK47, a helicopter, etc. It's just I'm looking to make a set of top trumps, and they're just about the right size with smashing statistics printed in two neat columns -- ideal!

― Alan (Alan), Wednesday, 2 April 2003 08:49 (twenty-two years ago)

back up, Jon Bon Jovi is a lyrical genius, it's about snogging ghosts whilst doing a Doctor Doom impression.

― jel -- (jel), Wednesday, 2 April 2003 08:50 (twenty-two years ago)

...running on empty dwn the road to hell.

― Colin Meeder (Mert), Wednesday, 2 April 2003 09:02 (twenty-two years ago)

He FREEDOM kisses the morning.

― rosemary (rosemary), Wednesday, 2 April 2003 14:36 (twenty-two years ago)

Freedom, I KISS YOU

― ModeratorHiveMind (felicity), Wednesday, 2 April 2003 14:39 (twenty-two years ago)

If you can't separate the chaff from the pancake you have no business skilleting the liberation

― dave q, Wednesday, 2 April 2003 14:42 (twenty-two years ago)

http://www.ghosts.org/drool/braveheart/willhamish.jpg
FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEDOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

― Sarah McLusky (coco), Wednesday, 2 April 2003 14:46 (twenty-two years ago)

Freemdoom?

― jel -- (jel), Wednesday, 2 April 2003 15:24 (twenty-two years ago)

How the FUCK can we be expected to enjoy our Freedom Fries when our Liberation Ketchup has been watered down by the pungent Evian of worldwide anti-war protests? Tell those hippies to use that water to fuel their enviro-friendly cars, which putter like the ideologies I'll be passing in the fast lane to oil while they're running on empty. Down the road. To hell.

― mark p (Mark P), Wednesday, 2 April 2003 16:40 (twenty-two years ago)

In a handbasket woven by Cambodian children.

― felicity (felicity), Wednesday, 2 April 2003 16:43 (twenty-two years ago)

Of a lesser God.

― mark p (Mark P), Wednesday, 2 April 2003 16:44 (twenty-two years ago)

is in the details

― Jody Beth Rosen (Jody Beth Rosen), Wednesday, 2 April 2003 16:44 (twenty-two years ago)

The Battle Hymn of the Republic has a real clanker right in the first stanza:

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord / He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored

― Tracer Hand (tracerhand), Wednesday, 2 April 2003 16:53 (twenty-two years ago)

That's like a Martin Fry ABC lyric!

― felicity (felicity), Wednesday, 2 April 2003 16:57 (twenty-two years ago)

moving from actually witnessing the glory of God to foodstuff storage in one line is audaciously anti-climactic, to say the least

― Tracer Hand (tracerhand), Wednesday, 2 April 2003 16:59 (twenty-two years ago)

I always liked that line Tracer, because "grapes of wrath" seemed so redolant with subtext -- cured, fermented, distilled, etc. Like they've been a long time coming.

― Sterling Clover (s_clover), Wednesday, 2 April 2003 17:01 (twenty-two years ago)

Yeah but they're grapes of WRATH! It slides right back out of foodstuff preparation back into divine judgment. This is swoopy EXTREME metaphoring right here.

― Chris P (Chris P), Wednesday, 2 April 2003 17:02 (twenty-two years ago)

i was always like "so THAT's where they're stored? I've been looking in the cellar all day!"

― Tracer Hand (tracerhand), Wednesday, 2 April 2003 17:08 (twenty-two years ago)

Rev 14:17 And another angel came out of the temple which is in heaven, he also having a sharp sickle.

Rev 14:18 And another angel came out from the altar, which had power over fire; and cried with a loud cry to him that had the sharp sickle, saying, Thrust in thy sharp sickle, and gather the clusters of the vine of the earth; for her grapes are fully ripe.

Rev 14:19 And the angel thrust in his sickle into the earth, and gathered the vine of the earth, and cast [it] into the great winepress of the wrath of God.

Rev 14:20 And the winepress was trodden without the city, and blood came out of the winepress, even unto the horse bridles, by the space of a thousand [and] six hundred furlongs.

― Sterling Clover (s_clover), Wednesday, 2 April 2003 17:13 (twenty-two years ago)

I wonder how well Chateau Wrath 1812 has held up.

― felicity (felicity), Wednesday, 2 April 2003 17:14 (twenty-two years ago)

the platelets go off after a decade or so

― Tracer Hand (tracerhand), Wednesday, 2 April 2003 17:18 (twenty-two years ago)

http://www.corriere.fantascienza.com/imgbank/CINEMA/edward-furlong.jpg
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― g--ff c-nn-n (gcannon), Wednesday, 2 April 2003 17:18 (twenty-two years ago)

Anyway Tracer looking for the grapes of wrath in the cellar is like trying to find a record needle in a haystack of dusty seven inches - follow your ears, but never let your fingers do the walking.

― mark p (Mark P), Wednesday, 2 April 2003 17:23 (twenty-two years ago)

Well, sure, fingers aren't made for walking like, for example, these boots are.

― felicity (felicity), Wednesday, 2 April 2003 17:27 (twenty-two years ago)

Felicity those boots are caked with the mud of a million miles of travel to the soles of my life on the road of a long, long journey. Which is caked with mud.

― mark p (Mark P), Wednesday, 2 April 2003 17:30 (twenty-two years ago)

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