How I adore Fools day. Once a year we celebrate the illusion of truth. The tenuous fabric of reality does not necessarily benefit from malign tampering but I believe the intended purpose to be one of absolution from mischievous deeds. A carte blanche of iniquity for those that would mete out hilarious justice. Nowhere is this holiday celebrated more than in the venerated halls of media, those cloistered temples of mystery, wherein surgically altered buxom blonde hierophant's adorned in uniformed pant suits, seduce and subvert the will of the people. A day in which those who wrestle to control absolute power may revel in bogus claims and outrageous lies without fear of reprisal.