Back to Russia, Russia, Russia.
Lunatic liberals only have fiction to run on. Russia and Kavanaugh. Fantasy is not nearly enough.
“Our revels now are ended. These our actors,
As I foretold you, were all spirits, and
Are melted into air, into thin air:
And like the baseless fabric of this vision,
The cloud-capp’d tow’rs, the gorgeous palaces,
The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve,
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on...”
They had fake news back then, too, but they didn’t confuse it with reality.