The Early Morning Yell of Horror

In the dark metaphorical waters of peace of mind dark, triangular shapes are breaking the surface and seeming to circle, circle endlessly..... Or is it that they are spiraling imperceptibly closer every time? The faint smell of blood is in the water, and the shapes seem to just be waiting for someone to move too quickly and make their day. LOOK OUT IRELAND!
Ireland?
Yes, folks, this is the War on Terror, and everyone harboring terrorists is a fair target under the rules of the game. So Ireland's got to be next, surely. It's got to be a bit of an embarrassment to have a country that's been a hotbed or terrorism for so long just on our doorstep. So the IRA are for it, one way or another. George Bush is a hundred percent behind him, and says he thinks he's spotted them hiding in Iran, although they may be hiding in disguise in Syria. They're also next in his Baby's Big Axis of Evil Alphabet Book, that his daddy still reads to him every night before bedtime. [Formal apologies, Mr. Bailey] He's given a copy to Tony to read to Leo, and they like it so much they're sending a copy to the Mighty Quinn.
The other day my husband and I were discussing whether the perfect pentacle Venus apparently makes in the sky every eight years (or whatever it says in The Da Vinci Code) works even though the earth, as I put it "wobbles about like a fucker on its axis". My husband charmingly asked me what a fucker's axis was. I can now tell him. A Fucker's Axis the shortest distance between the evil bastard stirring it, and the brainless gonk giving him exactly the response he wants. Have fun today spotting Fuckers Axis all around you! And sing along with Tony and David "A was for Afghanistan, but isn't any more, B is for Brown til i settle the score..."