Donald Trump

There used to be, back in the day, a thing called the "silly season".

Christmas, etc, came along and the northern hemisphere calmed down for a couple of weeks. Australia shut down for a month and newspapers filled up with global wire copy, bought-in op eds from UK writers with names like "Piers Dreever-Drax", and "summer stories" by B-list novelists ('As the gulls cawed over Lorne pier, trembling, I put down my can of Clear Cola and kissed her Poppy-King lipsticked mouth...’). 

It was hell for a news junkie, that stuff, but I miss it, given that silly season is now marked by a week in which the country burns down, and the US assassinates the de facto co-leader of a regional power in the Middle East.