Sorry for the low, low productivity. The economy's tanking, do doubt, but I'm busier than ever.
So, in lieu of actual content, or until I get "phased out" by BT -- whose post below rules; it's totally fucking scathing -- and replaced with a dextrous hamster, where, sez I, will you guys be on election night?
I shall be here, at the finest establishment in Harlem, getting bare-ass drunk with the ghosts of Ralph Ellison and Jimmy Baldwin.
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