At the Court of Biggest Empress of The Milky Way Galaxy, Madame Ursula....
She was talking to the Mighty Pigeon, one of those new birds that were made using European Technology by Super Advanced Bird Euro AI 3.0, that was used in latest Neuron 1000 drones that carried Big Euro Lasers capable of destroying Motor Storm Tanks
After American King imposed Tarrifs on Europe of 20%
Europe economy flourished.. .
Madame Ursula sent all Patriots back to USA with a note that they will need it soon - for defence of Washington, DC
Instead of Patriots, Europeans invested 200 B Euros into European SAMP/T NG 3579XS. The new system was built in secrecy in small village near St. Moritz.
Russians tried to locate factory but we catched their saboteurs and spies....
Ursula started Whispering to Mighty Pigeon ......"O, Migthy Pigeon, please deliver this message to My Cousin, American King, Erich Von Trumpasson, White House

Washington, DC...
Tell him that those tarrifs of 20% are NOT FAIR! Haha, he knows that We Germans have better automobile industry. That's why we propose Zero-Zero policy.
If he THINKS that he can compete with our Mercedes-Benz from Badden-Wurttemberg, BE MY GUEST.
OR............
We are coming to teach you some manners, Willie!
and this:
The last speech of Bartolomeo Vanzetti
Author: Bartolomeo Vanzetti
This is the famous last speech of Bartolomeo Vanzetti, the class-war prisoner who, alongside Nicolo Sacco, both of them Anarchists, died in the electric chair in August 1927. This speech despite its broken English, is so beautiful and moving that it falls naturally into verse form.
No-one has ever expressed more splendidly and with such stirring, simple language the aspirations and hopes of all those who fight for a better world. Once read, these words form part of every socialist's heritage. This typographical arrangement of Vanzetti’s speech first appeared in Labor Action, an American socialist weekly.
I have talk a great deal of myself
but I even forget to name Sacco.
Sacco too is a worker,
from his boyhood a skilled worker, lover of work
with a good job and pay,
a bank account, a good and lovely wife,
two beautiful children and a neat little home
at the verge of a wood, near a brook.
Sacco is a heart, a faith, a character, a man;
a man, lover of nature, and mankind.
A man who gave all, who sacrifice all
to the cause of liberty and to his love for mankind:
money, rest, mundane ambition,
his own wife, children, himself
and his own life.
Sacco has never dreamt to steal, never to assassinate.
He and I have never brought a morsel
of bread to our mouths, from our childhood to today
which has not been gained by the sweat of our brows.
Never...
Oh yes, I may be more witfull, as some have put it;
I am a better babbler than he is, but many, many times
in hearing his heartfull voice ringing forth sublime,
in considering his supreme sacrifice, remembering his heroism
I felt small at the presence of his greatness
and found myself compelled to fight back
from my eyes the tears,
and quench my heart
trobling to my throat to not weep before him:
this man called thief and assassin and doomed.
But Sacco’s name will live in the hearts of the people
and in their gratitude when Katzmann’s bones
and yours will be dispersed by time;
when your name, his name, your laws, constitutions
and your false god are but a dim remembering
of a cursed past in which man was wolf
to the man...
If it had not been for these thing
I might have lived out my life
talking at street corners to scorning men.
I might have die, unmarked, unknown, a failure.
Now we are not a failure.
This is our career and our triumph. Never
in our full life could we hope to do such work
for tolerance, for justice, for men's understanding
of man, as now we do by accident.
Our words, our lives, our pains - nothing!
The taking of our lives - lives of a good shoemaker and
a poor fishpeddler -
all! That last moment belongs to us -
that agony is our triumph.