After his instauration of the far right of the Republican Party, the iniquitous Jack Acid wanted to enshrine all that he held dear, such as family values, states’ rights, and evangelical Christianity, but confused his chosen candidate with plurisignification when he shouted with great zeal, “You should run!”, and the poor man didn’t know whether to begin planning a campaign or to take off down the road at a fast trot.

The whole reason why the iniquitous Hotblack Butterbean got enshrined in the Logophilia Hall of Flame was his skill with plurisignification: like the time he used the word instauration, and no one was quite sure whether he meant "restoration after decay, lapse, or dilapidation" or "an act of instituting or establishing something"--and upon this tenuous ambiguity a sort of precarious awe seemed to hang, like a Sword of Damocles, and no one was quite sure what would happen next (it turned out to be a bit of bathetic flatulence, which sort of deflated the mood a bit; but for a minute there we all felt that anything could have transpired, and the pre-fart energy in that auditorium was exhilarating as hell).