In its current form the EU is an empire of clerks, with a thousand pens but no sword - as Bobko said, hopelessly impotent.
I know this is off-topic, which will cause JR to stop copulating with the assortment of Michigan trout, crappie, and bass he keeps prisoner in his basement to bring us back on track, but lines such as the above and Bobko Bobkovich's earlier line about Medvedev, makes me wonder if PF exists not for the wayward pathological ingrates, but for the wayward pathological poets.
I hopped back on just to say a thing or two about bunker busters, but I have been distracted by the mellifluous banter to stay longer than expected. Publishing houses should be prowling around this dysfunctional board.