My grandad fought a world war against those assholes, and came here to fudge the second one try and get away from them and forget about them. None of them have proven to be allies or friends. You’ve saved them from themselves twice, and they hate you for it. Your best and brightest fought for them, bled for them, and died for them. And this is what they do.
If Europe goes up in flames again, I’m doing beer and popcorn. The left has decided that we will hang separately, and I am just peachy with it. At least I will see some of them swing first.