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I have of late—but wherefore I know not—lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises; and indeed it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory... why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapors.

I’d copywrite “Tsars and Stripes” if I were you because I’d put money on some journalist nicking it as the title for their future political history book. Probably with a subtitle like “How Putin Bought The White House”.

"Zelensky stayed to face the Russian tanks. Trump dodged five drafts." Another brilliant report from the peerless Papua New Guinea Courier. 😁 "Tsars and Stripes" may well become the USA's new motto.