The Remnants of Bela, 10th Day of Spring, 525 M.E. (Electra): Hands off Greenland! Hands off Panama! Hands off Mexico! And Canada! And Gaza! 

The short-fingered orange vulgarian in the White House likes to run his paws over whatever attracts his eye, be it pussy, real estate, or whatever, in an infantile, oral-manual sort of way. It's up to amerika, or what's left of her, to make him keep his hands to himself.  

I bow to no king. A luta continua.