Waiting for the Utter Collapse of Democracy or When Monster Trucks Ruled the World

You know, I’d been panicking like lots of other people about the utter demise of life as we’ve known it, but I’ve changed my tune. Remember when the Grinch stole Christmas? He expected tears and wailing and depression from the poor Whos down in Whoville. Christmas morning, the Whos awoke and sang till their throats hurt (and it wasn’t cuz of the COVID, as they say in De Santisville). They knew, like you and I should know by now, that you can’t buy a heart and a soul from Walmart or from the narrow-minded elections officials in North Carolina. The sun will rise tomorrow, and the battles for freedom will continue. I may even fry up a slice of roast beast to celebrate the start of something big. Cheers!