"The Story Of Dingle Barry"
In a moment of profound understanding he knew that he could say what the people wanted to hear, whether true or not, and then if he failed to produce what he promised, all he had to do was blame it on his predecessors. Fear of his blackness would forestall any criticism of his abilities or his style or his motives.
It was like a sacrament, a ritual, a miraculous potion. And the first corollary of fear was political correctness. He could do no wrong, for even if he did, the blackness thwarted and deflected all repercussions.
Dingle Barry’s quest was at last over. An unending flow of riches now followed him wherever he went. He, his even blacker crony Mooch, and their offspring Malaria, and Sharia, moved into the white palace near the swamp where Dirty Harry and Daffy Nan held regular ceremonies for the interment of the archaic ideals of honor, ethics, common sense, and patriotism.
Fear was no problem for him personally. It could exist in him only if white people conquered their fear of being politically incorrect concerning race. And by the time that happened, they would be in the minority anyway, unable to turn the tide of tribal loyalty and Spanish-speaking dependents.
A smallish, semi-dry, extraordinarily tenacious remnant of fecal matter which, when unwittingly rolled into a mixture with toilet paper lint by the action of wiping, becomes almost irremovably entangled among ones anal hair, a situationality exacerbated by the vigorous chafing and friction between the buttocks and most commonly remedied by the sad and almost entirely unavoidable remedy of plucking out at its root the individual hair to which each dingleberry is conjoined. Of related interest, dingleberries are often noted as having the vague odor of undigested corn or peanuts.
Ouch! S-O-B that hurt!
Dingleberry is upheld by a coarse and curly hair between the fingers about 6 inches in front of the face and marveled at by the viewer, who experiences waves of anger, wonder, and bitterness while contemplating in earnest the sordid and very stupid affair of shaving the unfortunate crease in his or her own anus.
And thats the truth!
A wee bit exaggerated I'd say, but it
is 'one' of the real meanings of dingleberry.