A few years ago, my wife and I were vacationing in Iceland.  In a Reykjavik corner store selling tourist trips and activities, a large poster screaming Greenland! caught my eye.  It pictured a few colorful houses on a rocky shore, but little else.  We asked the clerk if she recommended the advertised boat ride.  She glanced around to make sure nobody was in earshot, then bluntly said, “No, not unless you like hanging around fishing villages with nothing to do”. We don’t, so we passed on that trip, opting instead to snowmobile across a nearby glacier.  I haven’t thought about Greenland since, until President Trump recently expressed interest in buying it from Denmark. Jeffrey Epstein’s suicide-by-Clinton took the back burner as pundits filled the airwaves with commentary regarding the utility of such an endeavor. But leave it to The New Republic to publish this gem by staff writer and...(Read Full Article)