Saturday

A nice joke in the world of Fake News. It plays off of Hillary's statement calling the racist supporters of Trump a "basket of deplorables". The joke gives us a fake transcript of one of Hillary's Wall Street speeches in which she calls progressive voters "a basket of losers". That sounds about right. {"It is always hard when the last of our youthful optimism fades away."} So true. I now find myself actually kind of hoping for a global nuclear holocaust. Maybe Putin can get us started. He seems to be trying his best in Syria. The thing is, I don't really want to commit suicide alone, nor do I really want to get much older than I already am. I'd like the whole world to die with me - in one glorious ball of fire. {"LOL Now that is what I call 'depressed'."} Yeah, I guess. It feels like there is such a heaviness in my chest that is stooping me over further. I seem to be going into full 'old man' mode. I am going to need to borrow one of Pop's canes pretty soon. My greatest regret, I think, is that I didn't have at least one girlfriend, a relationship that lasted, maybe, a good part of a year, maybe when I was in college sometime - one nice piece of luck. It would be nice to be able to remember some of the happy moments from that. {"At least you're not grieving about your cat!"} Oh, I don't know about that. I think Coco is part of it. In old age, I guess, it is harder to spring back from grief, just as it is harder to bounce back from physical injuries. And more of it just kind of stays with you.