The world is sick, sicker than usual, and the headline read:

Khloé Kardashian Wears Trending Neon Yeezys for a Playdate With Daughter True in Teeny Combat Boots

What? What language is this? Some new form of banality? Can someone translate this? Can it be translated by anyone with a grain of intelligence?

What about the human being who wrote this headline and received a wage for doing so? Who is this person? Are they living the dream?

Inside a quarantine facility made by union men decades ago, a writer thinks:

I want a dog.

Why aren’t people writing letters?

I hope rain lets up so I can keep my play date with my friend the chipmunk and listen to some hummingbirds duke it out.

Where is FDR we we need him? Where is the America of the Marshal Plan, GI Bill, and Civil Rights Act? Forget the moon landings, however. They did nothing for us. They hit golf balls and planted a flag. Where is the America that busted the trusts?

My god, I just remembered a dream I had last night! I was Walt Whitman doing something. I’ve never had a dream where I became someone else. It’s quite strange.

I laugh at the notion that high tech will save us. It might if the country went back to a 90% tax bracket like we used to have and the policy was redistribution of wealth instead of grossly higher concentration as it is now.

The fall began with the election of Ronald Reagan and his campaign to ruin government and governance. I thought rock bottom of this effort came with the election of George Bush II, but I was wrong, very wrong. Look at us now.