[afraidfortherepublic]

Yesterday on Word for the Day, left that other site coined a poem that could serve as the epitaph for that failed experiment called the UN.

Forty-Five Seconds is a long, long time
When nothing is being said
The usually iracund assembly sat
In stupid, silent dread
While eyes of steel began to pierce
And drill the stormy sea
Exposing the dark chasm where
Their Cortex used to be.

The WFTD was iracund, meaning quick to anger, irascible. And the poem describes the powerless, ineffectual UN perfectly.

[left that other site]

Thank you for your kind words, FRiend!