Kinda took yesterday off from the ‘pooter, to enjoy me a beautiful day. And yet, my conscience nags. With the horrid cut in the rate of the government’s essential growth due to be imposed upon us this past Friday, and the shocking predictions of death by starvation for all those dependent on Leviathan, I feel terrible pangs of guilt for sheltering in my snug little Lair while the nation suffers.
Have the cities burned? Are there enough left alive to bury the dead? I assume cholera, typhus and zombies rampage out of control, but are any of my friends still out there, still soldiering bravely on in spite of the heartless deprivation?
If you have the strength and your ObamaPhone can still find some feeble signal, send me a sign. The nation has gone so dreadfully quiet!