Not only was it supposed to reek of sarcasm, Fred, it was supposed to stink up the room with satire.

As far as crying wolf, no harm done until the wolf bites you hard on the ass. Then you have to get stitches, maybe even a rabies shot. Or, in rare cases, you become a werewolf. And join the Trump administration.

Here, Fred, is the perfect explanation for why I write doomsaying satire:

Satire is, by definition, offensive. It is meant to make us feel uncomfortable. It is meant to make us scratch our heads, think, do a double-take, and then think again. — Maajid Nawaz

Come back this way again, Fred, please. I promise to provide even more offensive and foolish satirical posts. It isn’t only a job, it’s a passion.

From the left,

–AI

Writer. Satirist. Author. Cyclist. Visit me at allanishac.com.

Writer. Satirist. Author. Cyclist. Visit me at allanishac.com.