Never mind
Was that just Comrade Breshnev?
Non-speech. Unreality. Babble. Using dressy words to say nothing.
So. We all waited, the hundreds of thousands of protesters in Cairo waited that long, until the middle of the night, for this?
"Happy to toxic in seconds."
The crowd is angry. Fury. A tinderbox. Volatile.
He learned well. How to say nothing. Or rather, how to say what makes sense only to his own limited conscience.
Or, in the vernacular on the street, "what a load of shit!"
Blather.
This is trouble on so many levels.
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