It was a bunch of talk-talk about who supported what and when. Boring. Kaisch met a Belgian guy once on his dad’s mail-route. Or was it milk route? I can’t get it straight. Sounded like a bunch of boring old men.
I thought they sounded like a bunch of old men relieved to be able to fall back into their well-practiced familiar poses, voicing the usual predictable sound bites, without fear of some bull crashing into their china shop.
It was the “Battle of Milquetoasts.”