We need to lighten-up as Robin Hood did with Friar Tuck, Henry IV with John Falstaff, and mad Don Quixote with Sancho Panza. Using the past as prologue for the present, I propose the return of Harlequin and the institutionalization of merriment. Specifically, this means the creation of a new cabinet position, the Secretary of Chuckles. With fitting humility, I submit myself as candidate for this post, likely to be called The First Fool. Let's say a typical cabinet meeting is taking place.
Half are asleep while the others trade foreboding with pessimism.
Eight hours of corruption and greed has created a national niagara of diarrhea. Forget about killing lawyers. Let's begin cleaning up the mess by killing all network news anchors. In Washington, with secrets lasting as long as a thirty-second commercial, all branches of government and the media would soon hear of this dangerous and obvious remedy. Publicity would escalate with the Nielsen Ratings, allowing trial balloons for assessing more ideas.