Greetings and welcome to this 81st edition of the Carnival of Fools! It's understandable why some might feel a bit subdued after three whole weeks of suffering through the privations of life during wartime. Why, it feels as grim and gray around here as London during the Blitz, what with watching from my couch as all these bombs fall. Whatever happened to all the jestergooning in the world? In February we were proudly frame-mogging the moids to chadmaxx the foids. In March the joy has been forgotten, and the mainstream media are falling all over themselves to prematurely declare defeat in a fight where victory conditions have never been properly defined. (Per Trump, Steve Witkoff is currently headed to Iran to negotiate with "top men," whoever they are and whatever that means.) But I remember the good times, before the war. Where have all the flowers gone ... |
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