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had often argued that Buster Keaton’s genius was universal. That speculation was now proven, beyond a doubt, in another universe.

While Keaton struggled with a refractory cannon, Mike and Rebecca conferred with Ed, Melissa and Greg on a different ­problem.
“I still think it might be smarter to let Simpson have what he wants,” argued Ferrara. “He’s been squawking for months about Mike’s so-called ‘rule of martial tyranny.’ So let him have his hour of ‘free speech.’ ”
Mike rubbed his chin uncertainly. But Rebecca was adamant. “That is absolute nonsense! Michael was elected unanimously. If we allow Simpson to proclaim himself the official opposition—and who elected him, anyway?—then we would have to do the same for everyone with a grievance. That is not democracy, that is simply anarchy.”
Piazza immediately sided with her. “She’s right. Besides, we’ve already announced that the founding convention is going to be held over the winter. l

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