So this is what it is like, I muse to myself. The Visigoths battered down the gates, came in to have a look around, didn’t think much of what they saw, and decided to head on home.

I hear that Caligula made his horse a senator, and everybody thought it was hilarious.

The civic souffle has collapsed, my friend. Putting it back in the oven for another thirty minutes will not accomplish what you are hoping it will.

So here we are, living in a banana republic, and we don’t even have the climate for growing bananas. So what is the rationale of our big-think decision-makers? Why are they now using plastic bananas? Everybody can see what it is now. And so here we are, staring at this disintegrating spectacle bug-eyed. I mean, everything is disintegrating except for the bananas, which are plastic.

Not much that we can do about any of this at present, but maybe we can walk around and have a look-see. Maybe we can ponder a bit.

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