Sorghum

I live in The United States of Sorghum. 

It's pretty sticky here these days, populated by Republican farmers being sold down the river by Republicans, Democrats who've turned into Republicans or who were Republicans to begin with, ardent free market global capitalists with expensive mistresses, unqualified bureaucrats with just enough experience in real life to be able to deplore bureaucracy, and The Speaker of the House, the Chief Hypocrite, who's just quit politics to spend more time with his family, and to run for President in 2026.

The photo-op in The New York Times this morning of the American missile streaking over Damascus gives me the willies. It was, after all, on the road to Damascus that Saul was struck down by a blinding light, scales descending upon his eyes for 3 days while the 'voice' of Jesus commanded him to accept The Christ. Saul then converted to Christianity and changed his name to Paul, his sight restored forthwith, as soon as he was filled with the Holy Spirit. 

Well, I mused, reading in The Times about Trump's decision to launch: so much for the 'de-escalation zone' in Syria, thought up and agreed to by Assad, Putin, and Erdogan.

Sorghum.

Bitcoin: I don't even want to know. I'm putting all my cash under the mattress.