By J. DeVoy
One week ago, I killed Santa. I’m telling the world now because I just confirmed that it was his DNA. I didn’t take any pictures, and dumped the body in the ocean before a third party could verify its identity, but just trust me.
[N.B. – I do not doubt that Osama is dead. As noted in my last post, the special forces teams that took him out are worthy of our awe and commendation; their success is a glowing reflection on our national resolve and resources. But if you’re accepting the Government’s official story of any major event – especially its hastily disposed first draft – in the wake of the last thirty years of lies, misrepresentations and distortions, I don’t know what to say to you.]