It became abundantly clear this season that our master of ceremonies, clauderainsrm, is a few tugs of the tap short of a good, foamy head. A madman squanders the great talents of us all in his damned slave tribes, the ole' fork-and-spoon raspberry (pardon my Esperanto)! He lords over us from his textual throne built on the backs of good writers such as you and ( Read more... )