i do too much lamenting the weather. why can't i be like elliot and say it's always good weather, because it ain't, elliot, you're nuts. anyhoo you drive everywhere and are retired and never walk a dog, so there, and you'd be one of the last persons on earth to look at this blog.
what? why mess with elliot? i hardly know the cat. oh, cuz he was in advertising. i hate advertising, they make their own weather. weather of lies. like the government don't get me started.

anyways as i was saying to mister, actually repeating to mister, shit trump is the most frightening hideous face america's ever shown, and that's quite a rogues gallery.
but listen, as they say in the windy city, it could get worse. yeah, like how? oh, you'll find out.
can you say d-o-o-m?