Somewhere between a tantrum and a trade war, somebody handed the baby the whole damn planet. Our newest little bundle of grievance comes dressed for the occasion in a fresh white diaper, signature bronzer, and a death grip on Earth itself. He may not be ready for solid food, but apparently he’s ready for nuclear codes. Wear accordingly.
Somewhere between a tantrum and a trade war, somebody handed the baby the whole damn planet. Our newest little bundle of grievance comes dressed for the occasion in a fresh white diaper, signature bronzer, and a death grip on Earth itself. He may not be ready for solid food, but apparently he’s ready for nuclear codes. Wear accordingly.