Santa acted like he never heard of the Island of Misfit Toys. It is *literally* walking distance from his sweatshop... er, workshop.

I make death jokes for a living, FFS. I've written two, full-length novels of death jokes. But I'm afraid to make any joke that even alludes to recent deaths. And that's just the last couple of days. What am I, what are WE, not going to be able to joke about tomorrow? So much more I can't say...

That would be old school "ghosting".

Mussolini did it from the get go. I read a paper years ago by a historical geographer who got hold of a set of timetables and performances during Mussolini's reign. The old saw "at least the trains ran on time?" Yeah, not so much. Just like any racket, there's the ledger, there there is THE LEDGER.

He could grow actual devil horns, say "I am the Antichrist! Worship me!"... and Trumpers would say "Yes! That will upset the libs!"