It requires a mass murder every once in a while to remind you it's also dangerous.

What a long, strange trip it's been from this time last year.

I did get a vibe of serious mourning yesterday from our lizards-in-skinsuits “leaders” yesterday. Not for the lives lost, though.

Variations on the old joke, “You can’t fire me—I quit!” for the Fake Age.

“You can’t make this up” goes the old saying, and I’m here laughing, thinking, well, somebody sure as hell did.