The Brain-Worm and the Head-Tribble Went Globb'ring Hand in Hand

It's always a pleasure, in these shrilly divided times, to see political disagreements transcended by respect, rapport and intellectual cross-fertilisation; and it is indubitably an encouraging sign that the Trumpster and his head-tribble have condescended to accept the endorsement of Barking Bob Kennedy and his brain-worm. By no means least among the associated delights is the spectacle of several dozen cadres of climate denial queueing to get into an Arizona rah-rah in near-penitential temperatures and dropping over from heat exhaustion. Adding yet further to the gaiety, the Trumpster and his head-tribble are pledged to conscript old conspiracy theories in aid of the new ones by releasing archived information about the assassination of a very ordinary political thug some six decades ago. Sensational revelations are doubtless on the way; notably that the grassy knoll was inhabited by the Warren Commission, the Heathen Chinee, some feminists and several thousand migrants, and that the so-called magic bullet was in fact deflected through the heroic self-sacrifice of a hereditary cerebral nematode.