The first words dropped into the 100 bucket came from random finger-pointing in the Economist, and the non sequitur of “...safer if drenched...” caught my eye. I’ve been toying with it, waiting for the right joke to form itself around a punchline. Never happened. The world is in such a state, the evening news has barely run any of their usual local stories of car crashes and sports scores and unemployment and who’s running for head of the socialist party. Instead it’s been:
Nuclear fuel rods: safer if drenched.
Triangle Shirtwaist Building: safer if drenched.
Qaddafi’s gunpowder: safer if drenched.