Today I took possession of the key to the Editor's office. Nothing had prepared me for what I was to discover. It this a dagger I see before me? No ... I was staring down the barrel of the smoking gun ... the Holy Grail of Justification ... the fabled weapons of mass destruction!
A viper has been nestling in the ROTW's collective breast. Bring back the troops from Iraq. Reassign them to Broughton ... immediately! The cornered rat former Editor has threatened to stone himself to death by running on his own gall bladder rather than be taken alive. This must not and will not happen, I demand a show trial, a good old fashioned Aussie kangaroo court and a
