(The Federalist) -- I learned something about myself the last few days: I don’t really care about Russia. I used to, when they were the Soviet Union and had thousands of missiles aimed at me that could incinerate my world, but now? Not so much.
Don’t get me wrong, I care about Russia in a “Hmph, Russia annexed a country I feel like I heard about somewhere, how ‘bout that” kind of way. But beyond that? Well, let’s say I care about Russia as much as the Germans arming their soldiers with broom handles against them do, which is to say, not very much. Germans are wicked smart, I’ve been told, and if they don’t care about Russia, I feel liberated not to care about Russia either.
I could have gone the past three years hearing nothing about the goings on of Russia, and I’m pretty sure my life would not have changed a bit. Well, except for all that time reading about the intricacies of “Russian collusion”—I’d have gotten that back.
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