Something's Gotta Give

God help us, please.

The Democrats are so mean. Elected by their constituents to actually work and pass laws that help the country run, instead they have spent all of Trump's time in office, which is three years, desperately trying to take him down. Nothing has worked but they are still at it. Despite the Russia hoax coming up empty they plod on, looking for a shred of evidence that he tried to block the aforementioned investigation in some manner that would be impeachable, who cares that the whole thing turned out to be a big fat lie instigated and largely paid for by the Hillary Clinton ('memba her?) campaign. It's almost too bizarre to believe, yet there are still people, many of them my friends and relatives, who align themselves with that twisted logic.

 An article in today's Wall Street Journal discusses a new Instagram hit: Called a Rainbow or Sprinkle Explosion Cake, it is covered with sprinkles and filled with sugar candies inside that explode out when you slice into its many layers. Naturally it takes a good long time to make and about two minutes to eat. (If you're short on time but long on cash, buy one for about $150.)

I think its time for a city-sized asteroid to hit the planet again, like the one that took out the dinosaurs. Researchers in Mexico have recently unearthed new evidence of such an occurrence that unleashed tsunamis and earthquakes and deadly debris for years and years. I could get behind that, especially when you look at how Mankind (and Womankind and Theykind and Itkind and Uskind and Queers) has squandered his/her/its/their time on Earth. We need a sign, like the oceans parting or a burning bush to show up in the middle of Central Park.

Honestly, something's gotta give.