i so glad the most savage capitalist holiday is over, though i know the holiday of evil is still afoot and if the evil empire has its way evil will flourish world without end. oh well, i declare it dead anyway, though the trumpers be re-animated. they still be dead. we are heading toward a cliff, noam says. i'm in mourning for what could have been, the incredible waste of life, and avid for what can be, despite the 100% denialism, despite the rage and remorse and the lash of the humiliated precariot. 
the handsome wild-maned sculptor fellow now residing by the beach was picking up the holy day incendiary trash along with me this beautiful morning after. there are good souls yet in this precarious world, though in a world like this where celebration looks like war, good souls may go a little crazy.