Putin’s Not Safe
This is a bit redundant really because I don’t suppose Putin has ever been safe, but at least it’s commendably restrained. The second leads with:
Putin Will Be KILLED Immediately!
So is he dead yet? It does say ‘immediately.’ The creator has a picture of himself looking every bit the model of a boring but well balanced diplomat – 40ish, smartly dressed, smartly groomed, horn rim glasses… This is what makes Google and content creators rich and divides the viewers into the savvy and the tragically gullible. (I did say I wanted the internet obliterated, didn’t I?)
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I keep on hearing a line in my head from the carol God Rest Ye Merry Gentleman, the one that runs ‘For Jesus Christ our Saviour was born on Christmas Day.’ How many examples of the speculative and irrational are contained in those nine words, and yet millions of people sing it heartily (I expect) every year. I don’t sing Christmas carols myself, but earlier this evening I did begin to develop a script for a comedy version of the Nativity play:
‘We bring gold, frankincense, and myrrh for the royal child,’ proclaim the wise men. ‘Myrrh?’ queries Mary. ‘Yes, my lady. Myrrh.’ ‘Myrrrrh,’ counters Mary in mocking tone, ‘sounds like the noise a sheep would make if it had a stomach upset.’
I doubt there would be any takers.
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Best of all, though, is Dunderhead Donald’s plan to build a fleet of warships named after him. It will be called ‘The Golden Fleet’ apparently. Sounds like something an ancient Chinese emperor would dream up, doesn’t it? You really do have to laugh at that man, don’t you? Still, once Trump has gone, one way or another, I expect a lot of sailors will be usefully employed with some very big paint brushes.
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