No sir, you are the vice-president. You’ve always been the vice-president. I ought to know: it seems like I’ve always been here, forced to listen to your pedantic speeches, and now sophomoric poetry:
Meanwhile, in a video for PJTV, Roger L. Simon spots a Mobius loop worthy of the Overlook Hotel itself: warmed over (actually, quite freezing, due to all the global warming there) anti-capitalist hippies, radicals and similar poseurs are on the outside of the Copenhagen conference protesting, as warmed over anti-capitalist transnational elites, despots, and similar poseurs are sitting snugly inside the meeting rooms doing their part to limit freedom as well. I wonder if the protesters and protestees realize they’re actually on the same team or not?