Misha's been gone for awhile, but he's back and in fine form, shooting moonbats as they twirl in the night:

[...] three long years later -- many Americans still refuse to even dignify the attack by asking, "Why did they do it?"

And that's where you and your Idiotarian Ilk are sadly mistaken. We know perfectly well why they hate us, and we don't give a fuck.
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They hate us because we succeed where they abysmally fail.

They are a textbook example of Penis Envy on a Geopolitical Scale and they are only too well aware of it. They know that their oppressed masses secretly laugh at them and long for the day when they can turn the tables on their oppressors, they know that that time is coming soon and they know that they're powerless to stop it.

If you haven't figured it out already, the Emperor enjoys a rather... piquant... style of language. Mom would tut-tut over the swearing, but that's just because she's slowing down now.

I'm not sure we'd want Mandrake and Misha in a room together. Well, maybe. It would certainly be interesting to see who's head would 'asplode first.