As if we needed further evidence of the refined tastes of Tweety McTangerine in the cultural sphere (let alone his fawning admiration for dictators expert in brutal repression):
Call me old-fashioned, but as love songs go, I still prefer Bill Bailey’s version
The duck lies shredded in a pancake,
Soaking in the hoisin of your lies…
And we can only sigh to recall the days not so long gone when there was taste at the White House (for more on Aretha, see here):
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