They would be called in to advise the Swedish and Danish governments on how to prevent the broadcasts of The Killing and Wallander overseas as they show their countries as eminently mockable zones of unrelieved misery and depression.
You mean, they're not? (I should mention that, years ago, I went to wedding reception at Pulaski Hall, which was — surprise, surprise — a Polish-American club. I am myself part Polish. Anyway, I was pleased to find there a booklet that was a compilation of — Polish jokes.)
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