The end of Daylight Savings means little to me as I run on a mixture of Atlantic TZ, crystal meth, and passed out exhaustion in the best of times and these are not those. These are the times my Therapist wants 2 a weeks with daily light box and my family has been instructed to conceal pointy objects and make sure I’m wearing my safety helmet.
It saves the desktop from denting.
I was spared a session on Halloween which is fine because I don’t think they’re quite ready for my full bore Johnny Depp Stockton costume, especially the part where I Evel Knievel the parking lot retaining wall in reverse to check for “stress factors”.
Actually I think my Therapist would be ok because we have this kind of Arkham/Harley vibe going but I’m not sure everyone else is ready for a trip Back to the Future.
I have never been a quitter. To leave office before my term is completed is abhorrent to every instinct in my body. But as President, I must put the interest of America first. America needs a full-time President and a full-time Congress, particularly at this time with problems we face at home and abroad.
To continue to fight through the months ahead for my personal vindication would almost totally absorb the time and attention of both the President and the Congress in a period when our entire focus should be on the great issues of peace abroad and prosperity without inflation at home.
Therefore, I shall resign the Presidency effective at noon tomorrow. Vice President Ford will be sworn in as President at that hour in this office.
If a spooky historical parallel continues, Biden is due for a breakdown
The Washington Post
November 1, 2019
Back then we had an unpopular president reviled by Democrats, Richard Nixon. Back then a large Democratic field was led by a bland establishment figure whose fame was that he had been nominated for vice president, Edmund Muskie. Back then, the Democratic left pushed an intellectual senator backing a program that for its time was exceedingly progressive, South Dakota’s George McGovern. Sound familiar?
The similarities continue. Back then, Nixon’s dirty tricks squad, the Plumbers, tried to dislodge Muskie from his perch. Assisted by a young Roger Stone, they finally got Muskie to famously cry in the New Hampshire snow, responding to a smear the tricksters had planted about his wife. Today, perhaps led by an aged Roger Stone, Trump’s team is taking on the famously emotional Joe Biden’s son Hunter. Can another crying-in-the-snow moment be far behind?
Even the campaign’s weird elements seem to be resurfacing. Gonzo journalist Hunter S. Thompson falsely contended that Muskie was a user of a hallucinogenic illegal drug, ibogaine. Today, Hunter Biden has openly admitted to using ibogaine at a Tijuana treatment center. You just can’t make this stuff up.
We all know how 1972 ended up. Muskie, who had led Nixon in the polls in the summer of 1971, quickly tumbled into oblivion as McGovern surged. Biden, like Muskie, is grimly holding on but looks like he could finish as poorly as fourth in Iowa or New Hampshire as Warren seizes the McGovern mantle and wins both states. Late efforts by the establishment to stop McGovern came to naught; any attempt to push a late entrant like Michael Bloomberg or try to arrange a brokered convention so the superdelegates can choose the winner would probably splinter the party today. Ultimately, Nixon cruised to an easy reelection, painting himself as the safe alternative to the scary liberal. Democrats gnashed their teeth as Tricky Dick took the oath of office again.
Of course, back then, Democrats had the last laugh as their impeachment inquiry drove Nixon from office. Today, Democrats are unleashing the impeachment bomb early to quell the time warp’s eerie magic. Don’t be surprised, though, if this seeming treat turns into a trick as we travel back to our future.