Here in our little town of Surrendermonkistan, everyone is like a negotiator on a roof, trying to work out the terms of a deal before the other guy pushes you off and breaks your neck.
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CONCESSIONS! CONCESSIONS!
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And who must try to lie, and never pulls it off, until all of the press corps guffaws and lightly coughs?
PSAKI! PSAKI! CONCESSIONS!
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Who must struggle hard to browbeat all our allies? Betray them for trifles? Kill them one by one? And who has the right as master of the Hut to veto bills when they are done?
THE PRESENT! THE PRESENT! CONCESSIONS!
Surrendermonkistan. Sounds like a charming place.
Thanks for the chuckles. I’m wiping tears.