A lot of craziness out there. So thoughts to Barcelona. So it goes. So it goes. And not a leader in sight. Note that many of the explanations out there aren't worth a bucket of spit. I have some words on that, on this phenom of broken clocks.  

And while I'm on that, also the vestiges of WWII. 

As well as who I read in times of distress. Disquiet. Whatever. James Baldwin is King.

Enjoyed it? Share it via email, facebook, twitter, or one of the buttons below (or through some other method you prefer). Thank you! As always, here's the tip jar. paypal.me/nlowhim Throw some change in there & help cover the costs of running this thing. You can use paypal or a credit card.