It appears that General Bonespurs has executed a reverse ferret over Hormuz. Details to follow, once the fog of war bullshit clears. (As we speak, he's busy eulogising over the boxes full of shells that he personally wrestled from Neptune, and by the way the election was stolen from him. I hear a strong echo. I do wish someone would tell him that standing behind a podium is not the best place to take a dump, but that echo suggests he's in the Little Führer's Room after all.)

As it happens, I had cause to look up the word mardy today, as in (eg) "mardy brat". Seriously applicable to the TACOnaut-in-Chief, nyet?