the dogs are walked and the cats are napping beside me. i turned the little tinsel tree lights on. i know the obamachron is getting old, but hell, it's just begun. maybe i'll pare back to the one shot a day, and one day we'll have a time-lapse obamachron show. the park was doomed from the start. we can only watch and talk about the crime unfolding in real time. some day the narrative of hope and change will crumble, though the obamachron will remain, and the park will be buried under his name.