Presidential debates in a late stage empire, July 1st, 2024. So this is what it is like I'm used to myself. The Visigoths battered down the gates, came in to have a look around, didn't think much of what they saw and decided to head on home.

I hear the colligula made his horse a senator and everybody thought it was hilarious.

The Civic soufflet has collapsed, my friend.

Putting it back in the oven for another 30 minutes will not accomplish what you are hoping it will.

So here we are living in a Banana Republic and we don't even have

the climate for growing bananas. So what is the rationale of our big think decision

makers? Why are they now using plastic bananas? Everybody can see what it is now.

And so here we are staring at this

disintegrating spectacle bug-eyed. I mean everything is disintegrating except

for the bananas which are plastic. Not much that we can do about any of this at

present, but maybe we can walk around and have a look see.

Maybe we can ponder a bit.

Some of the most important and best connected people in the world, people who work day

to day with Joe Biden, and who therefore knew what kind of shape he was in,

decided for some reason that it would be a bright idea to put him on one of the biggest stages in the world,

making sure to get millions of sets of eyes on that man,

in order that the top doctors involved could retest

the half-life of whatever meds they had used to get them all amped up for the state of the

union.

It turns out they miscalculated.

The half-life is now actually something like six minutes.

As long as we are out there arresting our political opponents, perhaps it is time for us to place a call

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