Even if they kill me, I’m surely gonna die laughing:

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Just about the time I think surely we’ve seen the most absurd…. they just never disappoint do they. And, then there was Katie Britt. JFC.
Nope, they never do.
So said Robert Frost. It never occurred to him, as it did once to Dante, that we might suffer for all eternity up to our noses in shit. Which means, I guess, that Robert Frost could be a better person back then than anyone has much of a chance to be today, after the Trumpian transformation.
PS: Re Katie Britt. FAFO, karma running over one’s dogma, wages of sin, etc.—all apply, take your pick. Nevertheless, I’ll acknowledge significant progress is being made only when Stephen Miller, clad in orange, is peering out at us from a cage in Alligator Alcatraz.