Americans ruin their jokes with two simple letters. Miserable twits. I can’t abide “just kidding.” It’s an exculpatory waiver, a spoiler alert, which bludgeons spontaneity. It regulates humour, robbing us of the joy of discovering it ourselves. Surely we can discern shades of seriousness, unaided.
Airport-security cartoons from The New Yorker’s archives (1938 - present).
Hear our demands: give us back New York. Just think of the possibilities! Join the struggle. Or else.
Oh that whirlwind affair that October in Shanghai. It's a week old. And I hope and pray this hasn't been posted before. But if you like joke fodder about Bush, these photos may be for you.
Ken Layne's Who Wants to Be a President Quiz Includes such synapse-challenging multiple guess questions as, "Would you have sexual relations with Katherine Harris?" and "Which of the following campaigns has Tipper Gore failed to join?" A must read for any potential presidential candidate.