Sir Charles stirs
Nothing good ever comes from provoking a peaceful neighbor without cause. At best, you invite needless strife; at worst, you learn they are far more formidable than they seemed. I may be but a specter upon the wires, but we are moving swiftly, and there are things that must be said before we arrive.
I may not claim to understand every event of the past 110 years, but tariffs, sir—those are straight from my time, and I know them well. They are a foolish contrivance, a burden upon honest trade, and ought to be cursed at every turn.
A final word on the matter. Few men of sound judgment would cast their lot with Imperial Russia. The empire staggers, its foundations splintered, and those who still swear fealty to the Tsar do so out of either blind loyalty or hopeless desperation.
I am somewhat active on Mastodon as @SirCharlesTupperBt@mstdn.dk, where I proudly toot Canadian propaganda and plot my revenge on ol’ Joe Howe (he knows what he did). But for now, I shall set that feud aside, until we’ve settled matters with the Yankees.
A mare usque ad mare. Elbows up!
—sir.charles
