(At long last.)
They say that if you lock two Ukrainians in a toolshed overnight, when you let them out the next day, they'll have formed three political parties and one of them will have splintered into two more.
(To be fair, feelings are running high, with reason, and yelling at each other is...not too unreasonable.)
So much politics so early in the morning. Wouldn't a nice cup of coffee be much better?
Swapping one heated, bitter thing for another heated, bitter thing? :P
You know that's exactly what they say about Greeks, too.
So I hear.
(Y'all also have a lot of things it's understandable to yell about at the moment, too.)