In his book "Strictly Speaking," Edwin Newman demonstrates the danger of getting a little too excited and not being able to follow through:
In its purest form, British chauvinism expresses itself in a desire for Britain to win something. Anything. Thus the 10,000 meters in the 1972 Olympics, with the British commentator screaming about the British runner David Bedford, "The eyes of the world are on this man!" and the statement in the early stages, "The whole field, one suspects, is waiting for Bedford to make his move." When the race was over and Bedford, having had an off day, had come in twelfth, the commentator said, "Hmm. That was a curious run by Bedford. He never really made a positive move."
Too much foreplay, not enough climax, which naturally directs us to Canada's biggest IDiot Denyse O'Leary who -- having pimped the cinematic clusterfuck "Expelled" for month after month before its release -- felt singularly let down after she realized it was a piece of crap:
Two nights ago, I finally saw the Expelled film.
I had become almost proprietorial about the widely denounced #5 political documentary. I had first broken the story of its existence last August. I watched it pitch and roll through accusations of trickery, a threatened lawsuit over plagiarism and a real one over intellectual property, production delays (it was supposed to be released on Darwin’s birthday but was pulled for edit), and, inevitably, street drama...
... the film badly needed an explanation of why there is an intelligent design controversy.
And yet, having been burned thusly, Denyse simply can't avoid stroking herself feverishly over the next bit of Intelligent Design offal coming down the chute:
On June 23, Dr. Stephen Meyer's long-awaited Signature in the Cell: DNA and the Evidence for Intelligent Design (HarperOne) will break open the radical and comprehensive new case, revealing the evidence not merely of individual features of biological complexity but rather of a fundamental constituent of the universe: information.
She really is adorable, isn't she, kids? Because, by God, there's a pony in that shitpile somewhere and Denyse isn't going to stop until she finds it.
Or some similarly dismissive metaphor.