Michael Bouldin's picture

Hrrch.

As I always say to my Polish neighbors - on the rare occasions when we interact, owing to their inability to speak the obscure local language, known as 'English' - I'll take them and their country seriously when their President and prime minister are not twin brothers, and when they stop trying to make Jesus king. Until then, I consider that a half-civilized country on the very fringe of actual Europe, scarcely worthy of notice.


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