bashi-bazookism

Updated: July 15, 2025

Then he looked up at me, almost defiantly. "But you need my help." It was masterful man, once more asserting himself. It was a trivial misstep, but a fatal one. It betrayed, at a flash, his entire misjudgment of me, of my feelings, of what I was and what I intended to be. "I'm afraid I've rather outlived that period of Bashi-Bazookism," I coolly and quietly explained to my lord and master.

Arthur Stringer - The Prairie Mother