You cannot see it, Steve, because the function of highlighting isn’t working today, but I highlighted the whole text. It is my end-of-the-year contribution to the acclaim you, as a writer on the foreheads of celebrities, deserve.
Even over here, in that cute tiny Kingydom at approximately 6000 very wet and plasticized km east of New York, we can see that brave little figure holding his keyboard up in the air like a torch — or is it a shield? — against the dark engulfing his country. You are a hero, Steve, my hero. We are grateful for the delicious satire you deliver.
Thank you, happy Christmas and an exciting new year.