But we have our own nemeses to thank for being friends like these, who think nothing of donating our youth to be chopped up in these charitable cauldrons, and yet blanch at ceding a crumb from our table in economic assistance. Even they, however, would have no platform for debauching our de- bates without that galaxy of warmongering columnists clus- tered at The Washington Post, outriders of a decadently im- perious editorial board, who speculate openly and weekly on whose society to punish, whose to destabilise, thwart, toy with, as Caligula teased his beasts. As Connie Corleone warned Kay, O, read the papers, read the papers! Who can doubt, how absolute- ly normal this can seem, by now, to be suspended in an isometric pump of hegemony because of the power to de- fine the terms. We have met that country, and it is us.