When the isolationists were breathing their last frantic breaths in 1940, Franklin D. Roosevelt boldly campaigned on an internationally based policy.

And there is a bowling alley with an automatic pin-setter.

But the joke, in the end, is that there is no joke. The sensibility of the edgelord—who pushes the boundaries of offensive humor—is really one long tumble into the abyss.

On the subject of fat men, I was watching a doc about a mountain of flab called Paul last night and Ludo said that he was very proud that the fattest man in the world was English.