Here I sit, thinking that surely there must be something I care to write about today.
Ummmmmmm . . . I got nothin'.
I've sworn off railing about my home state's long march toward self-murder because I got tired of repeating myself. And the economy is going to do what the economy's going to do, mainly because we no longer have a culture capable of growing statesmen -- honorable legislators of thick hide and long view.
Will Mrs. Favog and I ultimately go homeless and hungry before all this is done? Possibly. Most of you could say the same thing about yourselves -- and working in "old media" isn't pretty much the only thing you're qualified to do.
SO, we'll be selling stolen apples at 16th and Dodge . . . or we won't.
We'll turn out a feckless government skewed for the benefit of those who need no benefit . . . or we won't. If we do, we'll come to realize those whom we thrust into office as replacements are no better . . . or we won't.
Alternatively, the president and Congress will get a clue . . . or they won't.
We'll continue hornily and violently down the road toward complete societal breakdown . . . or, by the grace of God, we won't. And whatever little thing I have to say about any of it would make nary a difference.
WHAT YOU CHOOSE to do about any of it might make all the difference in the world.
Do what you will. I'm going to put some music into the computer for 3 Chords & the Truth.
While I'm doing that, y'all watch this: