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There are those, even some smart people whom I otherwise respect, who think that Trump is a way to halt and reverse American decline.
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Charles Garrett, an apparent British intel agent, teamed up with a local prosecutor to wrongfully indict Macedonian public figures and topple the country’s government. Everywhere Garrett goes in the region, coups seem to follow. Western media demonstrated little interest when the anti-Western VMRO-DPMNE party achieved a landslide victory in Macedonia’s presidential and parliamentary elections this May 8. However, the seismic development could reverse a foreign-orchestrated color revolution sparked almost a decade ago, which put the government in Skopje on a […]
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ACT III, SCENE IV: Castle Elsinore
Enter Hamlet, dragging the corpse of Polonius. Enter Ghost.
GHOST: Mark me. But don’t mark me late for dinner!
HAMLET: Forsooth, don’t sneak up on me like that!
GHOST: Son, what wast that scene back there with thy mother?
HAMLET: Nothing! T’was perfectly normal! Just a normal conversation between a son trying to tell his mother, the queen, about the murther of his father, the king!
GHOST: Whilst in thy mother’s chamber? Ranting on and on about thy mother’s bed, and what she shouldst and shouldst not do in it? In graphic detail? It seems that thou wast more weirdly fixated on thy mother’s sexual relationship with thine uncle, rather than with my murder.
HAMLET: Nay, ’tis not true!
GHOST: Ghosts do not lie—thou canst see right through us! But seriously, I thinkst it’s about time for us to have a talk.