pondering the apparently limitless appeal to the contemporary voter of the qualities in the Walz/Trump/Fetterman Big Boy Matrix. suspect in the future our politics will be run exclusively by galoots, lummoxes, and oaves

Fellow big galoots, our time has come to rise up!

The thing is, you think you’re voting for Otis but you’re just as likely to find out he’s actually Arthur Jensen.

"i say oaves and i say milves because of wolves and of elves."

gerald ford's revenge

Americans love rubber-faced male authority figures, I have no idea why.

No room for a garden variety lunk in your world, eh. So much for the tolerant left.

Is "oaves" the way Tolkien pluralized it?