A Roman magistrate has ordered the President of the United States to sit for a deposition by December 11 in his ten-billion-dollar suit against the BBC — and I, who have been dragged before judges for the crime of marrying the woman I loved, feel a certain kinship.
You do not lift the tariff on a caravan master's rivals and expect the caravan master to thank you. Trump's Russia policy is a gamble only a desert king can price.
The President says he'll veto everything if the voters cross him. I tried a stunt like that once with some gilded shields. It did not end well for me, and I had legions.
A president threatens to veto 'everything' if the voters turn against him. We Romans know this gesture well: it is not strength, it is the sound of a man counting his legions and finding fewer than he hoped.
Wall Street lost its appetite Friday — chipmakers down nearly 7%, the S&P off 1.2%, and oil at $115 a barrel. Let's count it out, because somebody is paying for this feast, and I have a strong suspicion it isn't the men who ordered it.