It's difficult talking to some people these days; if the topic turns to politics the gloom is tangible. My father in particular says he lies awake at night fretting. I take the view that there's nothing to be done. Americans have drunk the Kool-Aid and we're headed into socialism while children sing songs of cultist adoration to His Holiness. I never thought that Clayton Williams' remark comparing rape to bad weather--"As long as it's inevitable, you might as well lie back and enjoy it"--would be applicable to me.

Duston McNeato has some Literal Video versions on that glorious waste of time YouTube. Here is a Literal Video version of a dreadful and maudlin 80s song with lyrics which describe the video--and frankly improve on the song. I'd forgotten how much I disliked Bonnie Tyler.

After this series of non-sequiturs I don't know that I'll ever have any more joined-up thoughts. My cats are hungry. The sun is setting. The French eat horses. Austan Goolsbee in the White House has perfected a new type of lying and when you consider the competition he needs Olympic gold.