Day 214: The Impossibility of Reason

π’π’π’It is now 214 days into the Trump - Epstein Coverupπ’π’π’ Isn't that a great screenshot? That is a capture of the weather app on my tablet. It shows that sunset is now twenty minutes removed from 8PM EDT. This is wonderful to behold because it is a pivotal indicator for the eventual demise of summer, the worst season of all. With the Tyrant Sun being forced into an ever earlier retreat by the remorseless hero of our story, orbital mechanics, the Earth will quickly begin to cool and darken, leading to the greatest season of all, Autumn. We are almost there, friends! Civilized interior living is about to make its return! π½π½π½π½π½ As I sit here on this blandly warm and sunny day, my mind floats from topic to topic. Being the Dog Days of Summer, a term derived from how summer days stink like a wet canine when compared to Autumn (but don't Google that), political news is starting to dry up as everyone enjoys one last sweaty hurrah. Sure, there is always something go...