
The ex-President, a man whose pronouncements are often as reliable as a weather forecast dictated by a particularly whimsical goldfish, has deigned to comment on the pardon granted to one Changpeng Zhao – âCZâ to those in the know, or those attempting to appear so. Apparently, a considerable chorus of voices, little songbirds of influence, fluttered around his ear, whispering assurances that the gentleman hadnât, in fact, done anything terribly dreadful. A fascinatingly vague justification, wouldnât you agree? đ