…that couldn’t be solved by killing a bunch of Europeans.
Seriously. They always do this. They keep screwing themselves up, until finally taking on a charismatic and psychotic Big Daddy seems like a good idea. C’mon, we all know it’s going to happen. Why don’t we get ahead of the curve this time?
Don’t forget that wiping the floor with Europe—yes, including Great Britain—is a great pick-me-up. America’s best times are always right after curb-stomping Continentals.
Let’s do this! Choose a patsy, I’m not picky about the specifics. Any Euros will do.
Well, except Grand Fenwick.