(This might surprise the millions of underexercised, wide-beamed Americans who nonetheless managed to plant two sneakered feet on the crown’s landing in hazy humidity).

“I'm sorry, I can't hear you over the sound of your stupidity.”

Oh, sister Ellen, sister sweet, Come with me to the hill I pray, And I will prove that blessed freet!

I know I speak for every American when I say to him today, we are all Georgians.