I have visited Benjamin Franklin’s grave at the Christ Church Burial Ground in Philadelphia, the city of brotherly love.
Old Ben must be spinning in it right now, his supply of brotherly love seriously tested.
The U.S. Postal Service he founded has become – let’s try to say this without profanity – a stumbling mess.
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