: 10 thoughts, none of them mine :

Seemingly overnight the United States went from respectable country to Rube Goldberg contraption. We’re the ball bearings. We careen, we hurtle, we veer from pillar to post and back again. We’re an accident waiting to happen and, urk, I’m carsick. So I retreat into my head where it’s safe and things make sense. It’s a survival technique. … Continue reading : 10 thoughts, none of them mine :