As I was making my way to the Security Council room, I was rather surprised by the smell of alcohol and the overwhelming joy and delight manifested by a loud diplomatic crowd.
The Security Council was a laughing matter.
It was a policy issue that starts in New York, at the UN Security Council.
It was a policy issue that starts in New York, at the UN Security Council.
Since the Security Council cannot be reformed – unless one thinks it’s possible to convert Dracula or Jack the Ripper into a saint – it has to go.
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