August 28, 2016

Big Bang Theory and Mr. Apollinax

This is apropos of nothing, but it seemed like a more interesting title than 279. (For clarification, please see last two entries of 278.)

So, Wafers, I am soon to take the big silver bird into the skies, touching down in Chile, where I'll be until Sept. 13. This as of Sept. 1st, so from that day forth, or at least until the 13th, if you could refrain from posting anything, I would appreciate it. I do know that many of you, in the absence of this blog, break out in hives, or get the shakes, and I sympathize: What else might one expect, given the fact that Waferdom is nothing less than the highest form of consciousness on the planet today? Waferdom burst upon the scene 10.5 years ago, and in that time we have done our best to infect the American body politic with a modicum of effort that quite obviously has failed miserably. But we have elevated Lorenzo Riggins to celebrity status, along with Shaneka Torres, and at the same time crushed the trollfoons (who remain bitter and unloved) like so many pathetic cockroaches. We have written to the Pentagon, urging them to nuke Paris and Toronto, and have also petitioned them to equip every policeman in the land with an AK-47, a drone, and a nuclear device, the better to mow down unarmed citizens. In short, Wafers have much to be proud of.

"Love is most nearly itself When here and now cease to matter."

(T.S. Eliot, Four Quartets, "East Coker")