This is CGI. Unfortunately, our current plight is not CGI. It’s splat time.
After more than 20 years of commenting at length on current events, I guess I have some obligation to continue doing so. Or do I?
We’ll get through this, the forty somethings say. (Never mind the twenty and thirty somethings who just know they have Everything figured out.) No we won’t. Our president chews gum in the face of foreign dignitaries and ducks out of ceremonies remembering the 70th anniversary of the liberation of Auschwitz. And our heirs are illiterate, spoiled, amoral morons. We’re not getting out of this alive. Or free. Unless you mean free falling.
When I’m in a better mood, I’ll explain it to the ones who still know who the first president was and what century he served in.
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Good lord. Now I need a Tylenol.
My hope is to go insane enough to laugh during the free fall. Not sure if I can lose my marbles in time.
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Cute breasts, though.
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I agree with you, Barbara.
On to PJ. We’ve had this conversation before. I’ve asked you if you’ve ever interrogated the youngsters you revere in these stark terms. Do they know anything? Or are they just adept at appearing to know things while sidestepping your references and allusions? You said you would try to find that out. Did you? Or is it more important not to know how bad it is, especially in your inner circle?
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Tut, tut. Youngsters revere me; I feel avuncular toward them, and sometimes surprised at their insight. I’ve had less chance to discuss things like this with them over the past couple months, less chance to converse with anyone, really, but before that, yes, I did. The ones with conspicuously high IQ levels and anarchic beliefs turned out to have very little grasp of the essentials, though a high likelihood of agreeing (though cheerfully) with your premise that Western culture is screwed. The ones who have cottoned on to how now relates to before and after have something of a resigned nature about them. They’ll have to fight through the worst of it, after I’m gone. They have the morality and grounding to do it, though whether they fight and die, hunker down through the storm, or something else, I’ve not a clue.
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I think I’ll wear a dress for my free fall. Want to look good.
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Pretty sure you ALWAYS look good, Alfa.
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PJ: so you’ve completely caved. Good for you. I feel so good for you. Your Eloi will be safe from the Morlocks. Mostly.
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Uncle John. So you’ve never inquired about what they actually know.
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