Hammer Mill Days

Okay, everybody - band meeting. Let's do roll call. Matt Perry? Present. Myself? Present. Marvin (my personal robot assistant)? Present, but lacking in agency. Mansized tuber? Absent. (He planted himself in the courtyard again, and frankly, it's just too cold today to have the meeting out there.) Yeah, it's been a while since our last meeting. A few weeks, anyway. Like August 1987. We are a self-governing collective, but not a very well organized one, truth be told. When you live in an abandoned hammer mill (or an abandoned refrigerator, for that matter), there's little else to do besides wander around and try to keep yourself occupied between tours. We might go crazy for a spell and even (dare I say it?) rehearse a few numbers. Such madness has taken hold of us on more than one occasion. I suppose you're wondering how it is that we manage to support ourselves. Well, I don't think I have to tell you that we are lousy salespeople ... perhaps the worst ever. ...

Well, we've heard from Arizona's senators. Sort of. Does this amount to anything? If so, I don't know what, but judging by the coverage afforded by the mainstream media, I must be missing something. I've heard Jeff Flake compared to every great orator this side of Cicero over the past few days, but honestly - what did he say? What is the substantive issue here? It sounds to me like tone, "integrity", adherence to accepted norms of behavior, and mental/emotional stability. Important, yes, when you're talking about the President of the United States - a man who can, on a whim, destroy the entire planet. It may be dawning on some of these GOP senators - at least the ones no longer eyeing re-election - that having a crackpot in that most powerful chair on Earth may not be such a good idea. Thing is, where the hell were they last year when they could have done something about it? I think you know the answer to that. Trump is not an anomaly - he is the produc...