Yeah, no matter who wins the nom, there’s going to be the shadow of Mrs. Ernst Stavros Blofeld wringing her hands in calculated anticipation just offstage.........when she finally assumes room temperature, they’ll have to throw her bloated carcass in a big hole in the desert and set off a low-yield nuke to make sure she doesn’t claw her way back out. I have never seen - or heard of - someone with such naked lust for power in modern Western history.
That’s funny.
That’s funny!