smile please. while the s.f.t and the s.b.t are engaged in the battle for the soul of america the great—make it normal again!—people are dying like flies. these cases are killing me, wheezes the grimacing immune s.f.t. mean while the incoming s.b.t vows to open the kindergardens and keep on fracking in the free world and uncle joe-culling the great (un)herd. the robust market economy is the normalization of death.

it's saturday, kids if you have a sled why not go sledding or you can use a cardboard box. i saw a pod of robins yesterday, the erstwhile heart-warming sign of spring. the sighns are shifting now. but the rusty red feathers still make you feel like a kid of robin yesterdays.