I must confess that what I know of American politics (though I thoroughly enjoyed "Ides of March") can easily be written on a cigarette paper; the thickness of which, coincidentally, is seemingly the distance between the policies of our major political parties. But unlike America even that is illusory, as our real masters reside in Brussels: the Eurocrats that
nobody in Europe is allowed to vote for.
As for Greece; I wonder if David Černư has had any thoughts about changing his depiction?
Entropa
