rancid humor
Wasn’t Terry Jones funny in Monty Python? Or was I hallucinating those brilliant sketches and movies? (Not impossible…)
Because now his humor has gone as rancid as unrefrigerated mayonnaise. In this column he waxes snarky about the bags that were placed over the heads of some Al Qaeda prisoners. I spotted this one last night while slumming around the Guardian in a bout of insomnia, and put it in my scrapbook to write about this morning—and then I discovered Tim Blair had beat me to it.
It’s a blog eat blog world out there.



