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That exasperating and admirable expat says to always wait 48 hours to let things in the world turn into themselves, into actuality, and I'm taking his advice. For all his outrageousness, he has a manly streak of solid sense, and I have been fished out of my soup by that a number of times in my life.
I may need more than that. Maybe 48 days, or months, or years, because this election business is getting too damn much like Waiting for Godot for me.
And I might have to flog myself for wasting so much time with that virtue signaling inactivist when I should have been out there lending my energies to humans whose competence transcended self-seeking-but-entertaining blather.
pipe up any time....
