oh, hee.

[sisyphusshrugged]

from the comments at Electrolite, the talking dog on mixed metaphors in political speech:

We shall go on to the cross-roads, we shall fight in fog, we shall, perhaps, fight on the seas and oceans (to the extent we can through the fog), we shall fight with growing confidence and growing strength in the air (despite the fog), we shall defend our Island (taking advantage of the fog), whatever the cost may be, we shall fight on the beaches (assuming anyone can find them in the fog), we shall fight on the landing grounds (and the cross-roads), we shall fight in the fields and in the streets (through the fog), we shall fight in the hills (hopefully, above the cloud line); we shall never surrender or retreat to the cross-roads, and even if, which I do not for a moment believe, this Island or a large part of it were subjugated and starving or shrouded in fog, then our Empire beyond the seas, armed and guarded by the British Fleet, assuming we select the right fork at the cross-roads and can find it in the fog, would carry on the struggle, until, in God's good time, the New World, with all its power and might, steps forth to the rescue and the liberation of the old. Assuming, of course, it can find us in the fog.

I'm not entirely sure about the fog, though.