The Great Digital Wall Dance:
By Tebbit Scorchwillow Ah, dear readers, pull your chairs in close to the diplomatic campfire, where the smoke smells faintly of burnt treaties. Roast your marshmallows of irony until the hypocrisy oozes down your cuffs. The gods, bless their bureaucratic little hearts, have been shuffling papers again—and wouldn’t you know it, they’ve stamped out matching … Read more