Cowardice, Treachery, and a Peace Plan Written in Crayon
The air in this wretched, diseased capital is thick with the stench of betrayal.
It clings to the marble statues and poisons the cherry blossoms.
Forget the usual grift and graft, the pathetic, low-grade corruption we’ve learned to tolerate like bad wallpaper—this is something far more sinister.
This is a full-bore, white-hot, Grade-A act…
