Machiavelli, Orwell, and Sun Tsu walk into a bar. Donald Trump is on the telescreen.
Over Victory Gin, Mack (can I call you Mack?) says, "I have no fear of this guy. Not much love, either. Though he is amusing. I should not have underestimated the Prince Buffoon."
Ori says, "And to think I had to come up with memory holes to change the past. What a waste! Now the whole fucking country is a bunch of memory holes."
Sunny huffed. "Confucius!" he said. "In my day this used to be an art!"
So they agreed. Next time they're inviting that 'Soma' guy.