When there were a few of us it was possible to more or less guarantee there would be something to find of a morning if you stopped by our little wake.

Being as I’m feeling more like Rorschach these days...

...I can’t hope to replicate Milty’s morning Palette Cleanser or mathematical fascinations...nor James’ Ghost’s spectral wrath or the ever-so-dogged-for-a-mouse stylings of Bryan L.

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I could go back to largely talking to myself from my original account on here...or while away more time than I probably have to spare finding out how to talk (or at least listen) to the folk I’d like to hear from around all the other places they’ve holed up.

It would certainly be easier. Even the latter option which wouldn’t be as easy as I’d like...

Except.

I was one of oh-so-many of us who took things a little too easy last time these fools tried to game their way to power through mass ignorance & dissaffection & now this is a thing...

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I don’t know how many of those lies were a variant on “total exoneration” but I’m tired of being mad enough not to take it anymore only to be told we have to get over it already because a fresh wave of bullshit just broke over our heads.

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This isn’t rocket science people...I don’t rightly know what exactly it is but it sure as shit doesn’t resemble a presidency much, either.

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That’s a joke. Not a president.

A shitty practical joke at everyone’s expense (why change the habit of a lifetime) to be sure.

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One no more fitting to the stature of the office than his suits are suited to the (lack of) stature of the man.

It’s an unfashionable thing to say in these rightly reich-phobic times...but sometimes I think maybe the Germans had the right idea...

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& it seems like I might not be alone out here on that surprisingly sturdy limb...

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