If I were as mad as Americans are purported to be – I sure wouldn’t be electing a couple of prissy teetotallers. I’d find myself a couple of bourbon sucking pugilistic mugs and launch the Jack Daniels Party. Honestly, Pumpkins, what’s a tea party going to accomplish? I’ve been to those – and I can report that contrary to popular belief, a cucumber sandwich is not a euphemism for a chunk of kielbasa on dark rye. They actually put slices of cucumber into white mushy bread. No thanks and pass the whiskey.
Point is that a new found nicey-nice attitude is permeating society. Even Bruce Bishins is going all soft on us. (They have pills for that sort of thing now, dahrling. They’ll rev up your testosterone until you feel like beating the crap out of every other acronym.) Everyone at the TICO AGM got along famously. Maybe they should all bake some crumpets and sip earl grey.
We all know nothing happens without friction. And speaking of taking things lying down, banning printer cartridges from all air shipments seems like a stroke of genius, no? Can you just picture al-Asiri spitting with anger: “Death to those infidels! We’ve been foiled again by their cleverness. Maybe we can disguise our bombs as a different part of the printer. Think people! Think!”
