That's it for today on the Gifford's shooting in particular, how we're clusterfucked in general, and how my motherfucking complicity makes me culpable for everything.
Apologies for no links - I'm one thin duh from Mr Creosote - but have this
and the one after this William Carlos Williams' poem:
THIS IS JUST TO SAY
I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox and which you were probably saving for breakfast Forgive me they were delicious so sweet and so cold