Ladies and gentleman, here it is: The single greatest headline since VE Day.
David Cameron Accused of Sex Act With a Dead Pig
I was looking for a sign -- a reason to go on blogging, a reason to go on living. Now -- for the first time in years -- all human endeavor suddenly seems to have purpose and meaning. Our culture, immensely faulted as it is, has managed to produce that
What a glorious day! Even if the accusation is untrue, the glory remains -- for the British Prime Minister will have to issue a denial. And if he does, the headline will read: "David Cameron denies having sex with a dead pig."
That headline will be almost as sublime as the first one.
I'm so happy, I could cry.
(In case you are wondering, there is a secret club at Oxford called the Piers Gaveston Society
which supposedly requires members to fuck a dead pig's mouth as part of an initiation rite. Supposedly. And supposedly, Cameron had to do the deed to join the group.)