O behold this gallimaufry of spray-tanned Caesars and bargain-bin Machiavels, this Trumpish brood of bellows-blown braggarts who mistake noise for nobility and tantrum for triumph. With mouths agape like tavern fools mid-burp, they cry “destiny” whilst tripping over their own falsehoods, clad in borrowed gravitas that fits them as poorly as a crown upon a…
Good morning, world. We were in bed early last night. Shawshank says it was an hour, but it was closer to two. I also had a terrible time getting to sleep, but that was my own fault. I could have stayed up when Shawshank went to bed, but I opted to go with him. We’re…
Good morning, y’all. It’s a new year, can you feel it? We went to bed early. I’m almost always fighting off Mr. Sandman’s advances by 10:30pm, and last night was just another Wednesday to him. Could’ve been the Willie Nelson, could’ve been the wine; whatever it was, I didn’t pace myself. I hit the point…