What can you say about a piece like this:
… directly following the shrieky, brain-damaged whacked-outtitude of something like this:
… except that Irony is Officially Dead.
So let’s ponder its exhumed skull for a moment, and soliloquize in its honour:
Alas, poor Irony! We knew it, SUZANNE.
We found infinite jest in her most excellent fantasies
And the Abortion Debate hath bored us to tears a thousand times,
And now how abhorrent her imagination is!
Her glurge rises in it.
(With apologies to Willie Shakespeare)