by your dedicated rogue correspondent Sh0n Grub (reporting for the Oscillating Oculus)
Tarzan the Mouse creeps up on a vine outside our window looking to get in the house
Let's face it friends and sitters, dreamers and quitters, if any of y'all are getting an inkling of what I'm about to talk about, you're as stoked as I am for the incoming tidal shift of the innocuous sea change undermining the corruption calving icebergs of this desperado administration that's plowed through the old grand party like a mammoth in a China shop, wrecking more than just the economy and all our relations worldwide and setting a major tectonic paradigm shift I doubt even the Old Gods saw coming, and if they did they're left as clueless as the rest of us.
Despite my having foreseen the technological singularity advancing at geometrically enhanced stages of rapidity long ago (and written extensively about it enough to fill a 2-volume book) on the tails of absorbing 2009's Transcendent Man (about Ray Kurzweil) it's still monumentally shocking by how wide a margin I (and I'd wager everyone else, frankly) missed the mark as to just how its manifestation would impact sending ripples through the fabric of our world (to the point its got everyone thinking there's something to the Mandela Effect and Hadron Collider theories having wrenched us into an alternate reality).
Let me simplify the truth of it for us. As a matter of fact, there ain't nothin' supernatural or unusual about how we actually did get shifted from being on track to a better reality than we have today. It's called the DNC throwing the good senator of Vermont under the bus ten years ago just so they could "fast track" their first female presidential candidate. For reasons we'll never possibly know, Deborah Wasserman Schulz and even Hillary Herself didn't or couldn't SEE the simple, slightly-longer term strategy of prioritizing Sanders for a two-term election, so that it would pave the way surely for Hillary to successfully become president in 2024.
This remains a plain and simple explanation for where we're at today, folks. Because obviously, the DNC decided the moment was hot and they had to strike right there and then, and democratic socialism be damned (as if they didn't understand the all too blue and American as apple pie benefits of what democratic socialism actually means). Whatever their reasoning, it wasn't sound as near as I can tell, and look what it brought 'em (and the rest of us dumbfounded American dipshits). DJT came roarin' in, seeing his window of opportunity to crawl into the White House and start fleecing the People every which way from Sunday.
Sure it's a tragedy, and if you ask me I can only sit back with a sigh and consider that we must've deserved this. After all, it happened, and just like those prone to conspiracy-think are spinning in their heads faster than ever now, he did it again to become Forty-Seven. Thought we were gonna stick a fork in it last year, well think again. And now the real damage and corrosion to our democratic institutions has begun, in earnest. As of this morning, we have none other than Todd Blanche narrowly voted in as US Attorney General. How on Earth do you like them apples. You thought Pam Bondi was bad, well we just got dipped in corrosive and unholy waters of Hell one inch deeper, enough to burn the downy hairs off our jewel sacs, each and every last one of us.
Like they say, "It's in God's hands now," and while there's plenty of evidence mounting each and every day that there Is No God in reality, it begs the question in my mind, then what unlikely forces of holy divinity stretched out across the spacetime continuum that account for this vast equilibrium suspending the starry night over our heads since the days we were born WILL balance out this shitty equation unfolding before our eyes? Some call it Karma, I like to think of it as Luck, but with a catch. And that's the fact that so-called "luck" ain't necessarily good; there's bad luck, too. So it's like a mythical Buffalo Nickel getting tossed in the air, and we sit back and pray hope or wish it comes down "heads," assuming that's a good thing.
I'm a Taurus so I tend to think so. I used to believe in Karma, what about you? Yeah I know, don't bother answering, Karma's real sure, but what's reality? That's the great unanswered question despite the fact we've been breathing it, seeing it, hearing it and tasting it, smellin' it and feeling it and living it since the days we were each born. That's reality for us, ain't no question about it. Only that we've been asking the wrong questions our whole lives. So you know what I think? It's about time we stop asking questions, and just be grateful for what we've been given, and what we do have, while we have it. Time ain't runnin' out on nobody, we're the ones runnin' out. We'll be runnin' out the door and soon enough, out of each other's lives, because we all know deep inside that the good ol' Grim Reaper may come for us on any day, at any time, for any reason whatsoever. So maybe grab that old menu from the DEATH DINER and crack it open for a quick look-see inside. The specials are on every day, and they’ve never been finer; the doors are open 24/7, and if you skim down the menu, you'll see all the countless forms it may take any single last one of us at any living second. But here we are, all the same.
Kick back and read yourself a good book, or listen to an album you haven't pulled off your record shelf in a good long while. Maybe go outside and...nevermind. I forgot it's likely 105 degrees Fahrenheit out there, regardless of where you are. Stay indoors then, and be thankful you can still get yourself a glass of water. At least for the time being, anyway.
There he goes on down the vine outside our house the mighty Tarzan the Mouse
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