…and he removed his shirt like manly Putin upon his trusty steed. Muscles rippling like hot borcht, he held Zalensky in his big burly man arms and whispered softly, “Nyet.”

The bubble was because of speculative finance assholes ripping each other off by pointing at the thin vaneer of corporate windows built on the tools that were mostly developed by the military, universities, CERN and countless nerds’ computer rooms and garages.