The Oblong Web, 53rd Day of Autumn, 525 M.E. (Betelgeuse): Both the National Weather Service and the National Hurricane Service now show Tropical Storm Imelda turning east, away from North America, and heading out into the Atlantic Ocean. This despite a week of fake news posts in my Facebook feed showing the storm beelining straight toward Atlanta. I'm making a blood sacrifice tonight to the Gulf Stream, that protector of the Eastern U.S. coastline, for sparing us Imelda's fury.

It's not as if tyranny and fascism weren't enough of a problem in their own right. They're bad enough, but it's hard to imagine a worse dictator over this country than the petty, vindictive, narcissistic Stable Genius, a man so self-absorbed, so greedy, and of such a fragile ego. I hate to hand anyone a loaded gun, much less the nuclear launch codes, but when that person is a toddler in full tantrum mode, well, that's not going to end well for anyone, is it?

We can have a debate on the merits of the unitary executive theory. However, even if we agree to disagree on the constitutionality of the argument, can we not also agree that the unitary executive shouldn't be that feces-flinging orangutan with a long checklist of everyone who's ever offended his delicate ego? Who thinks any idea that pops into his head is the word of god, and that his gut instinct, born as it was in the 1970s and with no new information since the 1980s, trumps the advise of experts? 

You might convince me that a driverless Waymo is statistically safer than a human driver, but if the car pulls up with banged-up fenders, a missing headlamp, and a test-crash dummy at the wheel with sparks flying from its head, well, I'm not getting in your "safe" vehicle. Find a better candidate for your unitary executive.