“What ho, Jeeves.”

This humorous piece in the New Yorker brought back a chuckle only a PG Wodehouse story can...

“As you may recall, sir, I had suggested replacing Mr. Rumsfeld before the election, rather than after.”

“Deuced good idea, Jeeves. See to it immediately. Walk him up the scaffold, and no blindfold. That’ll get us a few votes.”

We W.s are slow to anger, but, when the feeling comes, the ground around us trembles.

“If I may, sir?”

“What is it, Jeeves?”

“The election is over.”

“Oh. Dash it all, Jeeves, you might have told me.”

“I believe there was some mention of it in the newspapers.”

“Well, don’t be so mysterious. How’d we do? Another unqualified triumph?”

“Not as satisfactorily as one might have hoped, sir. One might even be tempted to say that we took rather a thumping.”

"I believe there was some mention of it in the newspapers" --- this calls for a ROFL, actually...oh how deliciously damning...