You know how, sometimes if you haven't talked to an old friend in a long time, you actually start avoiding calling them, out of shame for falling out of contact?

Well, that's me, right now. I haven't written anything here in so long, I'm almost physically frightened to do it now.

It's not that I don't like you - I do, more than you could know - it's just that all I want to impart right now is an anxious, keening, long, guttural wail. We're fucked beyond belief right now and I fear that - even if we make the right choice in 24 days or so, it ain't gonna get better for a long time. If we make the wrong choice, however, or the election gets stolen by the oligarchy (which I suspect may have happened the last two), we fall into the boiling shitpot even faster.

I'm confident that my readership, now maybe dwindled to two, will be making the right choice and I don't much feel like preaching to that choir. The days when random rightwing nutjobs would wander in here and take umbrage at my incendiary comments here are long gone.

I'll try to be a better correspondent. Honest.