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Author’s Note: One reader responded to yesterday’s surly pithiness below with this one liner “I was thinking about it this morning…if not Kamilla, then good old Nancy. Yikes!”

Here now are my not so guarded reflections on this:

Maybe, should PresBid survive his COVID, we’ll finally discover what worse luck Biden’s bad luck has saved us from.

In any event, I’d take Pelosi over Harris any day. Villainy is always preferable over stupid. So, with the Kam-ster a CDC-approved close contact of Biden’s post infection COVID symptoms, Lord, save and protect us, are we looking at a two-fer? The world media started in on the first leg of this two-legger not more than two hours after the White House’s PresBid infection announcement.

It’s all so unclean and just plain dirty that I shudder when I watch the news, no matter the channel. It’s such bad and cheap porno — nobody wants to be here and watch but nobody wants to leave. Gotta love our modern media prophets standing in their purposely gray lit scenes, never for even the briefest of moments seeing and reporting simple truths of the world. Their cold relentless enwrapping themselves in their implacable dark creations. They work hard but go for a look of effortlessness while making us feel like we’re on borrowed time in a borrowed world only revealed by the grace of their borrowed eyes and their big brains which they are silently pleased to lend us for free. Having this to look forward to each day, I think the bravest thing we’ve ever done is getting up each morning. But then maybe the point is that there is no point. Yet, I sense that’s their real goal here — to make us dream of some world that never was or some world that never will be, so we’d settle for living in their diminished version of happy. Sadly, that’d also mean then we’d have given up. And we can’t give up, no?

Still, they endlessly break their little promises to journalistic ethics, hoping that we won’t notice when they break their big ones. They have no daily lists of things, big things, contradictory things, the two- and three-sided things, we should know all about our world, the good, the bad, the threats, the joys. The day to them is all about the “breaking,” the coming hour, the next segment. There is no later. This is later. What sustenance they offer our hearts, minds, and souls has a common provenance in pain. They endlessly birth us grief and ashes.

We are lambs lost in the mountains. We may cry and bleat. Sometime comes our mother. But mostly comes the wolf.

-Marlow

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