Howdy Blues,
Spend less time in your Mom's basement and more time in the Real World and you'll realize that you and Tombstone got it wrong.
My mother has been dead for nigh on 25 years. I'll thank you to stop sullying her cherished memory by referring to her with such cavalier familiarity. It's the kind of thing that one might expect to be banned for in the present environment of USA Carry.
Oh, and she lived in the same house for the previous 45 years before her death, and that house never had a basement. You literally excel in talking about stuff of which you have no freakin' clue.
So you know better than the writers/screenwriters/proof-readers/
author of the book/movie "Tombstone" which word(s) they intended to use? Just because "huckle bearer" is also an American colloquialism means that "I'm your huckleberry" can't likewise be?
The movie was loosely based on the 1927 book,
Link Removed (the link goes to a reprinted copy from 1929). The colloquialism, "I'm your huckleberry," as in "I'm your man" or "I'm the man for the job" predates Burns' authorship of Tombstone by at least 50 years in American literature and common-speak, but there are likewise allusions to the phrase as far back as Arthurian lore referring to the garlands of huckleberries given as gifts to knights by the ladies of the hamlets and castles that they fought to defend. Similar to how Doc Holiday might have meant it, a knight saying "I'm your huckleberry" would be analogous to saying "I'm your hero," or again, "I'm your man for the job."
It is not outrageously illogical to think that the "huckle bearer" colloquialism was used, as it would be analogous to saying that, "I'm the one to put you in your grave." But that's not the colloquialism that Burns chose, as-evidenced from this excerpt from the 1927 book:
Doc Holliday, second only to Wyatt Earp in the affairs of the Earp faction, remained standing in the door, a cold little smile on his cadaverous face. Ringo drew a handkerchief from the breast pocket of his coat and flipped a corner of it toward Holliday.
“They say you’re the gamest man in the Earp crowd, Doc,” Ringo said. “I don’t need but three feet to do my fighting. Here’s my handkerchief. Take hold.”
Holliday took a quick step toward him.
“I’m your huckleberry, Ringo,” replied the cheerful doctor. “That’s just my game.”
Holliday put out a hand and grasped the handkerchief. Both men reached for their six-shooters.
“No, you don’t,” cried Mayor Thomas, springing between them. “You’ll fight no handkerchief duel here. There’s been enough killing in Tombstone, and it’s got to stop.”
That ended it. Holliday went into the saloon. Ringo withdrew across the street.
You should withdraw across the street, metaphorically-speaking Sten, because if you are looking for someone to be able to back up when they state that you're wrong about something, I'm your freakin' huckleberry! HA!
And as usual, there's no charge for the free education.
Paul
That's good, because at this point, you'd owe me and nearly everybody you've ever addressed on this board enough refunds to bankrupt you.
P.S. Right now I'm in Puerta Vallarta, MX and I wonder if I'm in danger of being attacked by the ISIS groups that's CONFIMED to be in Mexico?
Just curious.
I wouldn't know. I never participated in that thread, at least not regarding whether or not ISIS was in Mexico. As to the bold part, if you conduct yourself in Mexico the same way you do here on these boards, then I'd surmise that yes indeed you are in danger every time you open your mouth.
Blues