Like, it feels like we’re supposed to enter a group psychology space where we regard the balloon as a major existential threat heroically avoided (maybe it was full of nanites designed to make us all fanatically read Guardian fanfics, idk…), but the question I would be asking, as a journalist, is who sat there with their dick in their hand and let it CROSS THE WHOLE FUCKING COUNTRY BEFORE DOING ANYTHING?! Great theater, tho. Good distraction from the prices of food and housing.