Well, damn.

I just realized that the swearing-in of a new Secretary-General, Ban Ki-moon, means that Prisoner of Trebekistan’s goofy example of how to remember all of the Secretaries-General, in order (see pp. 96-98), is now obsolete.

Allow me to insert this addendum to the fifth full paragraph on page 97:

You may have to read the book to understand how that fits.

And no disrespect meant whatsoever to the former South Korean Minister of Foreign Affairs and Trade who speaks three languages and holds a Masters Degree from Harvard.

Well, damn.

I just realized that the swearing-in of a new Secretary-General, Ban Ki-moon, means that Prisoner of Trebekistan’s goofy example of how to remember all of the Secretaries-General, in order (see pp. 96-98), is now obsolete.

Allow me to insert this addendum to the fifth full paragraph on page 97:

You may have to read the book to understand how that fits.

And no disrespect meant whatsoever to the former South Korean Minister of Foreign Affairs and Trade who speaks three languages and holds a Masters Degree from Harvard.

Well, damn.

I just realized that the swearing-in of a new Secretary-General, Ban Ki-moon, means that Prisoner of Trebekistan’s goofy example of how to remember all of the Secretaries-General, in order (see pp. 96-98), is now obsolete.

Allow me to insert this addendum to the fifth full paragraph on page 97:

You may have to read the book to understand how that fits.

And no disrespect meant whatsoever to the former South Korean Minister of Foreign Affairs and Trade who speaks three languages and holds a Masters Degree from Harvard.

Actually, what Jon and Mike have is a new humor collection, out just in time to not be in time for Christmas.

These guys don’t just make me laugh; sometimes I just sort of lean back in my chair and applaud.  Stuff in this book appeared everywhere from the New Yorker to the Village Voice to SNL’s Weekend Update.  And lots of it never got published.  Thus the title, I presume, understandable to anyone who has to fight every damn day to get the funny out: Our Kampf.

The book absolutely, positively won’t arrive overnight.  But if it’s a holiday gift, Jon has promised to personally call your loved one personally and apologize for its late arrival.  (Seriously.)  That’s more than just good customer service.  It’s downright obsequious.  And that’s hard to find these days.

If you’d like a sample, I’d suggest this one, a Village Voice piece called "Why The _____s Hate The _____s: A Guide to All Ethnic and Religious Strife Through Human History."

And then Kampf it up, people.  Kampf it up.

(If you really need an actual physical object delivered into somebody’s hands, I’ve posted more gift ideas here.  But you’ve only got, like, today and tomorrow left.)

Gee, hard to imagine.

Apparently the White House doesn’t want people reminded of how many opportunities they missed in handling Iran.