Carnival Late Final Extra

Whoops and whoops again. These posts somehow got lost in my scramble to put up the tents and get the show underway; I've since added them to the regular schedule, but just in case you missed them the first time, here they are in their own little mini-Carnival:

Laughing Wolf, Laughing Wolf, where have you been?
Trapped in my spam filter? Languished unseen?
Sprung free from the trap, he sinks his jaws -
Not into me, but the Old Media, of course.

Alas, poor Helen,
I know her well.
What happened to her entry
Only Mozilla can tell.

And whatever her name is,
And who she might be,
Is for her to decide -
Not the phone company.

(And from 2:01 to 2:03
She can call Malaysia for a pound a minute.
Sounds like a good deal to me
I doubt there's any money in it.)

At the bottom of the garden, down behind the rusty shed,
Is a spamtrap made entirely out of glass.
It mostly does its job and leaves the spam completely dead,
But every now and then it bites me in the arse.

The Watcher of Weasels was stuck in the trap,
Whence I'd already pulled Laughing Wolf out,
His post takes on people with minds full of nonsense,
Who ought to be slapped with a large fish.

King of Fools brings us the sad story
Of a marine, two reporters, and 7% diversity.

Dissecting Leftism takes on a difficult word,
Greenie Watch says 7 billion will now go unheard,
And PC Watch reports something yet more absurd.

Northstar reports on a maritime disaster...
Only he slept through the whole thing and didn't find out about it until after.

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