My wife has frequently commented (negatively) about various aspects of the town where I was born and raised. Her primary complaint (beyond unsubstantiated accusations of Zoophilia aimed at the large number of local farm boys with too much time on their hands) concerned the school system and its failure to provide a proper education. Grammar and basic grasp of the English language is at the top of my wife’s list.
Every week, courtesy of my mother (who is a product of the same school system), I receive a copy of the local small hometown
newspaper mullet wrapper which helps keep me up to date on who was born, married, divorced, died or went to jail. On the front page was an article concerning some brouhaha at a recent county commission meeting where the following phrase was uttered by the vice chairman in response to some action by the local school board-
“Nothing But Smoking Mirrors…”
Was the editor (graduate of same school system) having a bit of fun at the expense of the vice chairman or did the metaphorical nuance slip by unnoticed? I suspect the latter.
By the way, my use of “mullet wrapper” above was not totally out of malice. My home town is on the west bank of the St. Johns River in N. Florida and I have personally witnessed, more times than I can count, schools of mullet jumping or being hauled ashore to become someone’s supper.