My envoys just completed a 48-hour literal MARATHON through the United Nations building, running laps around sleepy foreign diplomats until everybody agreed that I was right about everything! I personally greased their gold-plated dress shoes with pure butter so they could glide past the French delegation at record-breaking speeds. Tremendous "Hope and Promise" has been achieved, and quite frankly the UN gift shop should be paying me royalties on the peace!
Actually, this 'performance' of hyper-masculinity and nationalist spectacle is a very problematic praxis, reinforcing patriarchal hegemony. Have you read Foucault?
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