Scenes from the Estate: K-Fed

Popular culture is again the topic du jour in the Spacetropic household during a rustic breakfast.

Mrs. S: More news, poopsie.
Mr. S: Don't keep me in suspense.
Mrs. S: I'm told that it's okay to hate K-Fed.
Mr. S: Well, Bernanke has been a disaster. A sensible monetary policy simply doesn't seem to be on the man's agenda. At the Princeton Club the other day --
Mrs. S: No, no. You misunderstand. Kevin Federline. He's married to that dancer.
Mr. S: Ah.
Mrs. S: He goes about using he nickname K-Fed. And he's apparently quite a dreadful singer, but they've gone and let him record an album about prostitution and murderous behavior.
Mr. S: Is he an associate of Mr. Clinton?
Mrs. S: It seems likely.
Mr. S: Then the hating begins right here. Is that the end of the marmalade? Ring for Margaritte.
Mrs. S: Don't over-exert yourself, darling. Hatred can be a very destructive emotion. Reverend McSwain suggests it's one of the reasons why the baser classes are always getting roiled up about something or other.
Mr. S: More jelly-jawed liberalism from that old fairy.
Mrs. S: Oh, hush. Bonjour Margaritte. S'il vous plait.
Mr. S: If I hear another blasted sermon about social justice in Outer Bongolia I swear I'm joining the Presbyterians.
Mrs. S: Hush. Enough.

Tune in next week when Mr. S quite nearly engages in fisticuffs with a young man canvassing the neighborhood with pamphlets about Green Party candidates. Hilarity ensues!

Tags: K-Fed, Ben 'Helicopter' Bernanke