Recusing myself.

I am standing in line at the airport with my family, waiting to off-load bags and pick up boarding passes.  There's a big notice stuck on to the desk in front of me, and given that there's little else for me to do, I read it:

"We take jokes about safety seriously.  You will be prosecuted."

I wondered, for a short second, if this itself was a joke. Legislate humour?  Oh yeah, good one. Then something inside me that had been stretched too far, for too long, suddenly broke.

The world is completely bonkers and I'm just not going to play the game anymore. I'm just not.