…May be going down the tubes sooner than I thought. I’m not predicting a crack-up yet, but we do seem to be talking ourselves into it. It’s not exactly a conspiracy, let alone a conspiracy to end all conspiracies. There really does seem to be some kind of virus going round. If it manages to amplify again and again and again (and again and again and again) over the coming year, it might end up being as bad as the flu.
But the panic is real–and fully approved.
Remember, if enough people with enough power want the same thing, it usually happens one way or another. They don’t need to gather in smoky back rooms or get a group Twitter page. They just have to wait, watch and seize any opportunity to hand.
If nothing else works they’ll take away your toilet paper, your antibiotics, your pension to remind you of the consequences of venturing down any path they didn’t designate.
That’s all that’s happening now. The Overlords finally found a can they can tie to Donald Trump’s tail. I have no idea if he can shake this off. It’s not looking good so far…so all my previous predictions are off. P.T. Barnum (Trump’s real role model) once said there was a sucker born every minute and two to take him. My fellow citizens are now once more firmly on course to prove he was off by 59 seconds.
For now I can’t turn to Gene or Eddie…They were right of course, but now they’re for the days when the crack-up is still a generation or two down the road. I’ll hope for a return to those sunnier days. Meanwhile…
Tell ’em Van: