Bippity Boppity BOO-ejad - Mamoud Ah ma DIN-ejad!

Sometimes I have to remind myself that the president of Iran is a reprehensible cur. I mean when you SAY his name out loud, your mouth feels like it’s on a fun little kiddie ride, like when grandma gave you a quarter for the mechanical stone pony hitched out front of the Alpha-Beta Grocery Store!

And does anybody see a Ringo Starr likeness? Looking at him, one wouldn’t credit him with saying things like the holocaust never occurred or that there are NO gays in Iran. But can’t you envision him saying “Paul is dead,” or “John buried Paul.”

I sure didn’t have problems identifying Public Enemy #1 in the past. Even if Khrushchev favored Uncle Fester, he still looked like a menacing thug. And Muammar al-Qaddafi looked so waxy and slimy, you half expected his face to melt into a sinister version of Edvard Munch’s “The Scream.”

Oh, well. Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da, life goes on, as they say, and spotting a villain can’t ALWAYS be a cakewalk. Hey, speaking of cake . . .

Cake Comments:

“This cake is the Premier of all desserts,” enthuse some.
“I’ll see your leader later,’ gushed one fan. “But right now, all I want is cake!”
“Sometimes when I don’t get a slice of Small . . But Tall, I want to act like a tyrant!” confessed one customer.

Cake Fact:

One Small . . But Tal will feed 12 enlightened despots or 15 fascist pigs!