Your Communist Pinko NPR report ...
This is probably the best noun phrase I've come across in the wild in quite some time. At first, I took it to mean:
a. Your communist report on [that] Pinko NPR [station] ...
But, I see that is probably not what was meant. (Not that any text means anything in the absence of falling diocesans in a vacuum.) How about:
b. Your report, which is both [sic] Communist, Pinko, and NPR ...
I like it, but not yet. Maybe it's more along the lines of a NP like:
c. Your huge big large book ...
But, lo! then, I realized that a rupture in the time-space continuum had occurred and this utterance had leaked out from a parallel Hubble sphere. In this dimension, not only are there Communist Pinkos, but also Communist bluestockings, Communist dowager empresses, and Communist Neo-Conservatives. And, they all own a piece of those radio stations which narrowcast Peorgie Tirebiter's Adventures in Shluburbia. At least, the next time I see a penduline tit, I'll know whether it's Chinese or African.
