Somebody hit the stupid switch.
I’ve been ignoring my own rule, lately, or at least missing the chance to follow it, and I haven’t been to America in a while. Without a chance to hit the road, I’ve been staring at the sewage box ALL THE TIME, and my head is, therefore, broken. Twitter, in the last days of 2023, is 2021 again, and full of warnings that Covid is profoundly deadly so WEAR YOUR MASK. “Shut up,” I explain to the screen, and then I look again but it still says the same things.
By the way, we’re on the verge of the complete formula to finally put an end to Trump’s authorianism:
Scroll through the comments to that one, because they’re very…enthusiastic.
So, see, the way to end the threat of authoritarianism in America is to, let’s see, imprison the Republican frontrunner and force him off the ballot, allowing the Democratic nominee to run uncontested, and then to start rounding up Republican members of Congress and imprisoning them and banning their entire party and and and…well, see, no more authoritarianism. “Those gops can’t escape this you would think,” because “Jack” — they’re all on a first-name basis with the Grand Inquisitor — already has a plan to accomplish it, und he haz a long list, rest assured! You can feel their passion for the defense of freedom. An insurrectionist is an insurrectionist! Up against ze vall!
The American political class has found its Reichstag fire, and they’re not giving it up until they’ve restored democracy.
At least equally outrageous, here’s a report from an excellent Mexican restaurant in Texas:
WHAT ARE YOU DOING, TEXAS? It’s an amazing Mexican restaurant — it has a huge chicken fried steak, and really amazing biscuits and…gravy…with…green beans? Do words not even have meaning, now? Note that the biscuits appear to come with a side of toast, which, I mean, I can’t even. Like literally.
What I’m trying to say is that I’ll probably be offline through Christmas, waitin’ on the fat man and the reindeer. And Santa, too! Barring some extraordinary provocation that forces me back online, which we now call “a normal weekday.”
Merry Christmas. And for Texans, Merry Christmas and enjoy your authentic Oaxacan biscuits and toast. Back soon.
I love your stuff, dude. Take a rest - this shiit will be here when you get back.
Extending that thought a bit: I think 2024 is going to be an inferno. This is where all the shenanigans from the last three years will come to play. And the "people" will finally wake up to a much larger degree, and then . . . well, we'll just have to wait and see, but I think, "there will be blood."
Merry Christmas to you and yours Chris. Looking forward to your writing in the new year.
It is the faster moving, more virulent and potentially deadly form of COVID this time. Honest. Combined with the flu we may have...
A normal winter.