From some Dead White Guy:
“Thou hast it now: king, Cawdor, Glamis, all,
As the weird women promised, and, I fear,
Thou play’dst most foully for’t.”
Pat Buchanan has similar, albeit less poetic thoughts on the topic.
Never have the words of the Bard seemed so appropriate:
“Fair is foul, and foul is fair;
Hover through the fog and filthy air.”
See y’all tomorrow. I’m off to the range.
I was also there yesterday, btw:
Just getting the old eye in and trigger finger exercised…
Eat shit, Biden.