And so, once more, the ravenous, the vain, and the simple-minded howl at the gates. We learn, to our great surprise, that Trump and his lickspittles have their eyes on the Arctic. [i] But of course! There are billions to be made there! Billions! Why not! What other measure of ambition is there! Sure, the 10,000-year-long migration of the Porcupine caribou herd will be--well, let's get this out of the way: ENDED! But life goes on, sucker, because there are billions to be made!