Mad Max type shit

It must be terrifying to watch society collapse around you. Imagine every night, hearing more and more emergency vehicle sirens. And then imagine the night when you suddenly hear none.

Joy to behold

I had the lovely experience this evening of being served by a waiter who remembered that waiting tables is an art. One that should make a customer want to tip you and not feel like they have to. Hats off to you sir.

I also advised the diner to make their pea soup special a permanent addition to their menu.

You know what....?

America is like a bitchy White Anglo-Saxon Protestant who just lost their job as a global executive, flailing their arms in a panic because they can't get their old job back. Now they're fucked because they've decided that work sucks and they can't just suck it up and go back to their shitty old manufacturing job. No one in this fucking country wants to work. We all want to be superstars. We need to smack our hundred million wanna-be writers, rockstars, actors, musicians, models, Wall Street Wizards and behold-the-power-of-my-mind bloggers in the fucking face and tell them, "It's not gonna happen. Grab your gloves and your helmet and get the fuck back to work."