What Next?

Let's Review the Script

I am too damn old to self-medicate through four more years of a global kleptocracy. I have no choice but to work each day quite soberly, with only the lion’s mane infused coffee in the a.m., and a few glasses of wine on the weekends.

Yes, I survived Reagan and two Bushes…but this deluded global cabal of greed, gas, and oil, needs to be dismantled, again.

Our giant half machine turtle got us the respite we needed up until this point, but now the Bowser is heading for the rocks of Turtle Island. We had the choice of a hard or soft landing. The voters have chosen. The rocks are awaiting.

Without tribulations can there be transformation? I am not looking forward to the Bowsers destruction, but the storm is on the horizon, and the plot must thicken. We have followed the giant turtle with optimistic expectations, but here we are.

Once again, “Strange days have found us”

Strange days have found us
Strange days have tracked us down
They're going to destroy
Our casual joys
We shall go on playing
Or find a new town

Here is your strong man, from the cover of the album.