Sunday, November 13, 2016


The crap that orangeman is going to want to do likely won't affect me.  Maybe a little, but not much.

But it still depresses the hell out of me.  I can feel the funk lifting as time progresses, but slowly, slowly.

And I find myself wondering what it was like when Mussolini started.  If orangeboy starts offering free food and public spectacles, I'll know, I guess.

Sons of bitches.

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