I could write another multi-page post on satire, and how brilliant the latest New Yorker cover is... or I could just send you here.
If only Jonathan Swift were around today...
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Combine two parts self-importance, one part poker, and add a healthy splash of sarcasm. Bake in the fiery heat of righteousness and serve piping hot. Expect indigestion.
No comments:
Post a Comment