OR: Was that on your Bingo card?
Year 020261 continues to ask that we hold its beer. The headline greeting me at 03:00 today was weird. The dreams from which I awoke were weird. The world has surely gone mad — that, or I have. Or both.
Or neither? Perhaps it’s always been just this weird all along and the madness is thinking otherwise?
Between this, the “Weekend at Mitch’s2” scenario that has been playing out for the past three weeks, the Maine Democratic Party’s trainwreck3 in realtime, and the ever-eroding conditions of Fearless Leader’s mental and physical health, the curse of intersting times lies heavy upon us — seemingly more than other earlier times.
Of course, for every generation, the Apocalypse is always nigh, the Nuclear Clock creeping ever close to some new scenario of annihilation. We can see it in the stories we tell ourselves, our fiction, our sci-fi and horror films, all the fantasies we conjure up, turning them into commodities, and call amusement.
I guess it only ends with the death of the Sun… though this present consciousness will probably not be aware of it — the timeline is too short.
- https://longnow.org/clock/ ↩︎
- https://www.imdb.com/title/tt0098627/ ↩︎
- https://www.theguardian.com/us-news/2026/jul/08/maine-democrats-graham-platner-senate ↩︎
