Monday, November 7, 2016

Eve of Destruction and Grouch Marx

Tomorrow looms like Fort Sumpter did long ago: There will always be that strident moron or misanthrope who will say that it begat the best of times, a holy war, ignoring the oxymoronic quality of such remarks. (Their karma is foretold.)

Since I have had decades to matter by now and have only done so in marginal ways - along personal lines, anyway - perhaps at this brink of calamitous days, I can do this. Recalling the gifts of my beloved betters, I can toss a time capsule into the fray...

Presenting an America that needed improvement, to be sure, but one progressing nevertheless. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you levity. Cut and paste, go forth and multiply - wit, that is.

These days will also pass.

In the twinkling of an eye.

Make America laugh again.

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