"One, two! One, two! and through and through

The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!

He left it dead, and with its head

He went galumphing back."

Tremble, all ye pineapples. Look upon your works and despair. The time of reckoning is nigh. I predict an extreme proliferation of bromance for our Belarusian crazy boy - but hands off and be wary, good peoples. Never lose sight of how smart with a blade this man is.

Sunday is always the quietest day on the National Affairs desk. I don't seek to excuse, merely to explain.