Maggie Lungston is talking to her sushi again.

Isn’t it crazy that given the small amount of time we have to live we choose to spend any of it watching game shows?

We are driving toward, or at least near, a cliff, and if you were to ask this driver, some of the trucks don’t look so safe.

The person to whom we have ceded all power is emotionally stunted and in steep mental decline.

We really don’t know if, how, or when our shit is going to hit the fan, so we should probably catch up on the back log of television programs and then maybe pick up some canned goods. Maybe also one of those new shit umbrellas.

Within some brains, ideas drift like snow. Then those brains command hands shared by the same body to type these ideas into stories. And then you are stuck listening to this strange precipitation.

We decided to get generous and release a bonus episode that we think will be a lot of fun to play out loud while you play at home with your Congressional action figures.

We’ve all been there. Finding something difficult to resist which you know you will soon find repellent and nonetheless still not resisting. Like your reflection in a mirror.

This is the last episode of 2019. Cherish it. It will warm your dead heart!

Everybody dies and then we forget it because we are busy dying ourselves.