Apropos of practically nothing normally on PT, I really like Dana Hunter’s way with words:
There’s Divorced from Reality, and Then There’s …
…murdering it, cutting it into pieces, stuffing the remains into suitcases, and dumping them in remote areas while telling concerned inquirers that “Reality and I just felt like we needed a little break from each other. I think she went to Barbados. Don’t worry - I’m sure she’ll be back soon!”
Something to amuse us as the ship of state sinks into an economic swamp.