Amen, Brother.
I suppose we are in some post-post-post version of some weirdly-imagined post-modern dystopia. We seem to be stuck in the always, of the moment, 24/7 strangely, weirdly, exhausting now.
Did anyone warn us that we would need to swim thru massive waves of never-ending bullshit and nonsense every damn day? How many assholes can flower in the fields of shite?
