Ceasefire, shmeasefire. Diplomats sure have wasted a fuckton of time when a permanent solution to their nations’ ills is down the street at a rec center. Foosball is the greatest equalizer. No one is naturally good at it, not even professional pig roasters. Even with practice, the rapid twists and dramatic lunges are Herculean feats. It’s soccer designed by pinball wizards high on air hockey fumes. The thwacked ball hits everything but its intended targets. Doesn’t nine little skewered players with terrible aim tasked with determining a nation’s fate sound amazing? Decades of arms dealing and psyops are neutralized by…