You Pick A Number: I Pick 96 (Hours).

I have heard nothing - that's a contra fact; I have heard way too much - news in the last 96 hours that makes me feel that, if we suddenly were to discover a flotilla of Russian nuclear missiles heading our way, we would have any recourse.

We have no leadership.

We have a crazed and senile nut case masquerading as our leader.

And we have a cadre of whores, sycophants, sadists, thugs, criminals and a vast unnamed mass of political and intellectual detritus running our lives, now.

They say they are running the show.

I think they are right.

And no election is going to change that.

And, even stringing the pig up in the town square and gutting him Mussolini style is precluded by the light speed nature of modern fuck ups.

Those missiles are too fast to allow us to assemble, as our now defunct Constitution specifically allows.

So, we won't even be able to call a National-Zoom-Town-Meeting to witness the barbecue of donnie the dildo.

It's really appalling that America the Beautiful finally disappeared because of morons and idiots, although George Washington did predict that; I would have preferred smart people with an arguable agenda to have been our downfall, not just stupid hate and racist xenophobic shit.

And even that statement needs a postscript.

Somewhere in human genetic code there is a letter that dictates a "win, no matter if you lose" way of conduct.

It is, apparently, dominant.