So, you're saying there's a chance

I've no idea why Biden's minders thought it was a good idea to send the doddering old fool to New Guinea, but, as Gregory points out, the trip is not without some interesting...possibilities: "You might be about to get lucky, America."

I'm pretty sure there's still a few practising cannibals in those tropical wildlands.

I'll keep a good thought, and hope that there are a few enterprising connoisseurs of long pig still to be found in New Guinea who might be in a position to have Biden and his bear-leaders over for dinner one night. What a jolly welcome the current Resident would receive!

Although I'm afraid that the followers of the old ways may have grown lazy over time, as P.G. Wodehouse's Bertie Wooster speculated in a rumination on the subject in the novel, Stiff Upper Lip, Jeeves (while hiding behind a couch from an explorer named Plank, a detail which need not detain us).

My disapproval extended to the personnel of the various native tribes he had encountered in the course of his explorations. On his own showing, he had for years been horning in uninvited on the aborigines of Brazil, the Congo and elsewhere, and not one of them apparently had had the enterprise to get after him with a spear or to say it with poisoned darts from the family blowpipe. And these were fellows who called themselves savages. Savages, forsooth! The savages in the books I used to read in my childhood would have had him in the Obituary column before he could say "What ho," but with the ones you get nowadays it's all slackness and laissez-faire. Can't be bothered. Leave it to somebody else. Let George do it. One wonders what the world's coming to.

One does, indeed.