WINSTON CHURCHILL CALLED IT THE BLACK DOG. THE MOMENT OF BLEAK AND WEARY DEPRESSION WHEN IT SEEMS AS THOUGH THE FIGHT IS ENDLESS. SELF-SATISFIED STUPIDITY REIGNS, LOYAL OPPOSITION IS WHOLLY INEFFECTUAL, AND THE DEAD BODIES PILE UP IN MOUNDS. IT HAS RAINED UNTIL SEPTEMBER AND I AM ANOTHER DAY OLDER AND DEEPER IN DEBT. LIKE THE SONGS SAYS, "I COULD SLEEP FOR A THOUSAND YEARS."

BUT TOMORROW IS ANOTHER SCARLET-O’-HARA, FUCKING DAY, AND THE FACT HAS TO BE FACED THAT, AFTER FIVE YEARS OF THIS ADMINISTRATION, AND FIVE YEARS OF THEIR SO-CALLED NEW AMERICAN CENTURY, THE NUCLEAR SUPERPOWER IS AN OUT-OF-CONTROL SHAMBLES. THE BASTARDS HAVE TO GO. AS IN GO NOW. THE CHILDREN MUST BE EVICTED FROM THE NURSERY, THEY CANNOT BE TRUSTED WITH THE TOYS. THE ONLY PERMISSIBLE DEBATE IS OVER THE MANNER OF THEIR DEPARTURE, FOR GO THEY MUST. THE WORLD WILL NOT SURVIVE THREE MORE YEARS OF THIS IDIOCY.