'the eternal, insoluble mystery of how that reeking shit Steve Rosenberg manages to live with himself'

He does his best, bless him, making the best of life in Putin's oppressive totalitarian regime by composing little piano ditties to accompany pretty footage of Moscow (?) in the snow, and then make it all scary and dramatic for when the images of military propaganda intrude.





Poor sensitive soul, however did he cope during the run-up to the Iraq war and every remembrance day for the last 30+ years?

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