How did journalists, executives, and public servants characterize quite hostile circumstances before they could trot out the phrase “perfect storm”? Margaret and I have developed acute nostalgia for the days before that book’s title had possessed the imaginations of lazy rhetoricians.
Ruminations about hermeneutics, theology, theory, politics, ecclesiastical life… and exercise.
I think they used to say, “It’s a real Airport ’77 of financial collapse,” or whatever the problem was, after that other disaster story.
I rather miss: “It’s a real Poseidon Adventure,” myself. Nice imagery to draw on.
And of course nothing is perfect!
How about, “We’ve really got ‘A Christmas Story” forming out here.” …um, well… maybe not that one. I do like that movie though.
I like it. Certainly nicer than ‘clusterf**k’.