God, hes left as on aur oun.
Upon hearing once more the serial bangs and muffled thuds of our crack circular firing squad, the words of—I believe it was Kissinger?—are called to mind.
The stakes are so small precisely because the politics are so vicious.
—No, wait, that’s not quite it.
The stakes are so vicious precisely because the politics are so small.
Fudge. That’s not it, either. Bear with me. I’m sure I’ll get it in a minute.
You so had the last word on that one. Must get out more. Must get out more.
Pardon my ignorance - I'm a newcomer here - but to what are you referring?