In conclusion, I have to recall one of my favourite childhood movies, The Wizard of Oz (1939), in which Dorothy, the young heroine from Kansas, is transported to the fantastic Land of Oz where she meets the Scarecrow, a man of straw
in search of a brain.
What we have seen is a man of straw
battling with no policies and no vision, particularly for the future of the North.
The crowd hugged and danced and cheered and mocked on that May night of drink and song, as the scowling man of straw
with the funny moustache twisted, crumpled, and finally vanished into the flames.
Last year's winner, the Millar family, took home the grand prize for its depiction of 10 scarecrows stacked in a pyramid, with the top man of straw
holding aloft a broom to swat away crows hovering nearby.
He shows how, by the train of reasoning employed in the schools, a man - Sortes the man of straw
employed in the language of the scholastic disputations - might be proved to be a stone, or a rose, or a lily, or any other object; how what Sortes or any other individual said was at the same time true and false; how Sortes at the same time knows something and knows nothing; and a number of other similar quibbles.