The UN is A Fecal Icecream Cone

Mark Steyn writes about the UN's last performance and likens the UN to Marble Slab homemade icecream cone with one scoop of poop and the other scoop of regular icecream. I would add that the whole thing is poop-cream with a Bolton Bing Cherry on top.

My favorite paragraph from his very funny and insightful hate letter to the UN:

Iran's president was a huge hit at the U.N. Short of bringing out some burqa-clad Rockettes and doing a couple of choruses of "This Is the Dawning of the Age of a Scary Us," he couldn't have been a bigger smash. I said a year or two back, apropos the U.N., that it's a good basic axiom that if you take a quart of ice cream and blend it with a quart of dog poop the result will taste more like the latter than the former. And last week's performances at the General Assembly were a fine illustration of that. Ahmadinejad and Hugo Chavez were the star finalists of "UnAmerican Idol," and, just when you need Simon Cowell, the only Brit in sight was the oleaginous Mark Malloch Brown, Kofi Annan's deputy, fawning over every crazy in town. The rest of the bigwigs reacted like Paula Abdul, able to discern good points even in fellows who boast about not having any. That's the reality the Dershowitzes refuse to confront: that structurally the U.N. enables thugs to punch above their weight

"The Dawning of the Age of a Scary Us." Hilarious. It'd be funnier if it weren't true.

H/T Instapundit