Council of the Million Visitation, 15th Day of Midsommar, 526 M.E. (Betelgeuse): Sometime around 7:30 last night, after the HVAC guy had left, I had completed my sitting, posted to this blog, and finished my dinner, my power went out. Boom! A transformer somewhere down the road blew and I was in the not-quite-yet dark.

I thought for a moment that it might have had something to do with my AC - the power drain more than the transformer could handle? Of course, it wasn't, but the mind always looks at the most obvious recent event as it tries to establish cause and effect. The power was back on by 9:00 pm.

It's primary day here in Georgia. I early voted on Thursday, but I feel like American democracy in 2026 is a fucking joke - Tweedle-Dee versus Tweedle-Dum while this whole shithouse of a country burns to the ground. Circus clowns masquerading as politicians while dividing up the remnants of the wealth like scurvy dogs fighting over table scraps. All this under the bleary, bloodshot eyes of the Stable Genius, that cancerous polyp on the undescended testicle of the American body politic. 

The corruption, the racism, the intolerance, and the greed are more than we as a nation should have to endure. At this point, if I could, I would vote for a blood clot to end this long national nightmare. 

Let's hear it for Blood Clot 2026!