I see signs of chaos in the limerick, even. Look at this:
An elusive old fellow, Monroe,
Would never exactly say, "No,"
Nor precisely, "Yes."
At most, "More or less."
He did get his balls tattooed though.
Nothing makes sense anymore, except the collapse of civilization (wouldn't you be considering it, at least, if you were civilization right now?) and the desolation of the planet. (Democrats are on it, legislatively, but Republicans say, "Naaaah.")
No one can say, however, that nothing connects. Because never before in my lifetime, let alone yours, has there been such a flowering of readily-collected-in-the-media hyphenated names:
Ebon Moss-Bachrach
Ben Volpeliere-Pierrot
Eveline Widmer-Schlumpf
Maximo Bragado-Darman
T-Pain (the T is for Tallahassee)
Chloe-Louise somebody (Chloe-Louise is a pleasure to say)
Victoria Tentler-Krylov
Tsai Ing-wen
Ray-Ray McCloud
Jack Brinkley-Cook
Joshua Guieb-Pangan
Mykhailyna Skoryk-Shkarivska
Pia Mileaf-Patel
Zolan Kanno-Youngs
Dan-el Padilla Peralta
Rebecca Dowd Geoffroy-Schwinden
Nia-Malika Henderson
Daniela Peterkan-Benton
Shola Mos-Shogbamimu
Prince Alfonso von Hohenlohe-Langenburg
Psycho Williams-Forson
Barney Platts-Mills
Moises Valesquez-Manoff
Yahya Abdul-Mateen II
Raphael Bob-Waksberg
Chauncey Gardner-Johnson (!)
Lillian Shawa-Siyuni
Yuh-Line Niou
Keegan-Michael Key
Yousur Al-Hlou
Yoon Suk-yeol
Lolita Chandler-Crumpley
Timothe Luwawu-Cabarot (did I cite him already?)
Jon Kabat-Zinn
Eric Feigl-Ding
Tinu Abayomi-Paul
Sir Anthony James Allan Havelock-Allan (ooh, savin’ it for the end)
Keeanga-Yamahtta Taylor
Shai Gilgeous-Alexander
Taffy Brodesser-Akner
Juanpablo (why no hyphen there?) Ramirez-Franco
Jaryd Emanuel Jones-Smith (wouldn't Smith-Jones flow better?)
Laurent Duverney-Tardif
Ha'Sean Treshon "Ha Ha" Clinton-Dix
Ai-Jen Poo
Does this matter? You bet. Consider the difference in rhythm between the heebie-jeebies and the jimjams.
And who are these people? All sorts. For instance, Joshua Guieb-Pangan is an in-the-media-quoted neighbor of a couple in Hawaii who were arrested on suspicion of working for the KGB. If that couple had not taken pseudonyms from babies who died in, I believe, Nacogdoches, Texas, they could have hyphenated their real names and been the Primrose-Morrisons. Bet they wish they had, now. No fresh news today, by the way, on once-and-quite-possibly-future-President Trump's possibly-espionage-related goings-on.
An accused ax-murderer, Wes,
When asked was it true said "I guess,
But don't spread it around.
In these cases I've found --
He did get his balls tattooed, though.
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Thank you for the whimsy. Whimsy is a valuable resource in short supply these days. I don't know if it's a climate change problem or just a covid-related supply chain issue, but we are suffering from Lack of Whimsy. This contribution is appreciated.
I hope, for their health's sake, it was their scrotums (or scrota, if you're fancy).