



He flies through the night to a mountain war and serves dinner to the soldiers he keeps promising to bring home. He tells the fighters he will always shield them, whatever the rules say. The realm eats its harvest feast, and he wishes it a happy one in capitals. And the other president says again, for the record, that nothing was ever demanded of him.
Readers' Corner
Letters from the readership on Week 233. Pick a pen name — no account needed.
Opening the mailbag…