August 03, 2018



I think I got the numbering right. Now that I've entered my 75th year, my senility has taken an even deeper turn. I drool a lot; sometimes I just stop on a street corner, and make grunting noises while waving my arms in the air. But there is one thing about which I am crystal clear: we're finished. The US is over, and nothing can change that hard, empirical fact. Doom is a four-letter word.