So here we are on the very verge of the Eschaton, trillions of dollars in debt to boot, and what's going on in the mind of your old pal, LSP? I'll tell you, an evening in Oxford, which is a kind of city in England. It was back in the late '80s and there we were, maybe drinking Pimm's No. 1 or youthfully strong G&Ts, when all of a sudden "almost cut my hair" announced itself from the hi-fi. Maybe you remember the song.
After a few bars of jolly old CSNY singing about their ridiculous hair, a friend, I think a school teacher, commented, "Well, why didn't you?" I liked her for that, and thanks Wild, for bringing back the memory. What a lot of fun, there in Oxford in the late '80s.
There weren't bizzarro satanic pronouns then, trans drag shows for children, you could smoke wherever you liked, no one was getting locked up for mean tweets, countries having borders wasn't Fascist, everything was cheaper and we were so much happier. Calm, if you like, before the storm, and what a storm it is.
I blame it on CSNY and their monstrous cohort. If you think that's farfetched, expand cohort.
Cheers,
LSP
