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The incredible Carrie Prejean story (the film must be on the way) staggered to its conclusion earlier today with an intervention from the great lion of Manhattan, Donald Trump. Looking ever more like a stuffed pelt, Trump (playing Solomon in Bible) pronounced Prejean free to go.

I followed the drama in the company of twittering genius Roland Hedley: like all right-thinking people he was on Carrie’s side. Samples:

“Carrie will remain Miss California!” A great, great, awesome, humungous, wise, awesome determination!

Uh-oh. Asking Carrie to say a “few words”.

Grandfather served at Battle of Bulge. Taught her never to back down.

Afterwards, I was reminded of the great Jake Thackray’s song “Miss World”. It’s lyrics seemed to sum up the majesty of the situation perfectly:

There they all go in a row
Exposing their fleshy perfection
Their withers and their flanks, their hams and their shanks
Open to public inspection
But the judges are discriminating men
This is no job for no nitwit
They must carefully watch
Every cleavage and crotch
For the girl who’s the world’s biggest titbit

Here’s the whole thing. A masterpiece: