Well, the end of everything draws nearer. President Pumpkinhead has passed the Big BugUgly Bill, which takes away some of Medicare and Obamacare to give billionaires and some lowly millionaires an even bigger bug-ugly tax break. People are going to die. He has also dismantled the clean energy programs that were supposed to help save the world, so good luck with learning to breathe CO2 in 900-degree heat (as is the condition on Venus.) Some experts are predicting the fall of the American Empire in 3 years or less. Soon, you will meet some of the Mad Max apocalypse characters in real life. I hope Trumpalump meets one who is a cannibal who likes his meat poorly bronzed.
I have been feeling like I was going to die soon anyway. But it is nice to know it is coming soon to end my suffering. It is not a comfort, though, that most of the rest of you will be dying with me. Bummer, that.
Anyway, enjoy the fireworks. And I mean on the 4th, not World War Three. It is possible I will enjoy being a ghost. I already have a list of who I want to haunt.
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