Just a few stops on this express-train of thought:
Corona → beer → beer hall → putsch → and we've arrived!
Tam multa, ut puta genera linguarum sunt in hoc mundo: et nihil sine voce est.
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Happy 85th birthday, Jerry Pinkney
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Well, that was quick and easy. Why didn't I see this obvious connection before now?
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