One Mugwump Or Two With Your Kaffee Mit Schlag, Lord High Muckety-Muck Raker?

 

I'm pretty sure that I pegged some months ago France's previous President and former Howard Johnsons soda jerk (with a little help from Google's "Language Tools"(no help at all with Hugh's "I am dying. I am dying" bon multiple)) as Jacques Sirop.

I should disclose that it is only because of vegging out with, I think, The History Channel, that I know of the stirrup as something which greatly aided William (doubtless known as "Monsieur. C." to his homies in Normandy) and his strapping Jacques in beginning the great expansion of the English vocabulary in 1066.  The program examined a small detail of a rather lengthy historical document.   Which, like the London Bridge (nearly caused to fall down by the ancestors of those who conquered a chunk of France and married themselves to that fat land and its women), should be sold to U.S. interests and then given to the rising-from-the-ashes-city of New (old Orleans should be out of the running) Orleans and touted to the tourists as the "Bayou Tapestry."

 

 I will gladly help soothe those rankled by the one-way traffic in antiquities by facilitating, for a small fee, (payable in advance) the sale of the Brooklyn Bridge.

 

Thanks to Artemis for the wonderful Lincoln anecdote.  Abe's campaign was the first to print mugs of the candidate on complementary coffee mugs; either that, or it was the Mugwumps. I just hope that the Great Emancipator didn't grow a beard because of a secret conversion to Islam.