I'm sure you're sick of reading about it, here and elsewhere, and Lord knows, I'm sick of even thinking about it, but: Iraq.
The whole situation is too bleak, too depressing at this point to mine many laughs from it, but watching the Bushinistas trying desperately to put a happy spin on the departure of the only other major partner in the Coalition Of the Willing--England--does provide a sort of desperate, 2 AM, my-life-sucks-so-what-else-can-I-do-but-laugh level of amusement, or the feeling you get while watching Xanadu when, after racing through all five stages of grief in record time, it finally occurs to you that the notion of trying to sell Michael Beck as a romantic leading man is vaguely amusing.
So hearing Condi Rice tell us all that of course the British have accomplished what they set out to do, it's a sign of victory, while knowing that in the U.S., the military is about to order more National Guard troops back to fill the gaps, well, it's kind of funny.
And by funny, of course, I mean tragic.
