In the circles I choose to run in, variations on this title are very popular, for clickbait reasons.
I took the bait this time, and listened, not super-intently, but …
I don’t think Ambassador Freeman used the word ‘disaster’ once.
Nor ‘brink’.
The truth I am feeling especially acutely today (for sharply unexpected reasons) is that the brink is behind us now, and that although that may be known, it is nowhere yet Felt.
You are forgiven for not feeling it, and … and thanks anyway.
For your service, so worthy as it is of an honorflight, and also of course a Winnebago–hell, a herd of Winnebagos, we’re giving ’em away; how about a McCulloch chainsaw? A Las Vegas wedding, a Mexican divorce, a solid gold Kama Sutra coffee pot, and/or of course a baby’s arm
holding an apple.