I’ll warm myself by the flames, as the cities burn. # 4

I watch the STOU like theater , and the great and terrible tangelo is nothing if not entertaining. He is completely untethered from fact or precedent,endowed with a hamster's like fearlessness of heights, willing to stroll off any rhetorical tabletop on a whim.

I remember the dude previous, and the near hysteria that is usually reserved for some multimillionaire,court impact induced brain trauma aficionados kneeling during a anthem that no one can sing without a annotated song sheet.

I remember with great vividness how he used to flaunt his use of complete sentences and linear thought process while on occasion sporting a tan suit.

As I sat down to do my taxes , I had given up on the middle class tax returns promised at the midterms (mayhap waylaid by the multitude of Mad Max styled caravans streaming toward our borders) After finishing my toil and rechecking my cyphering it became evident my tax burden had increased by a factor of four over last year. I had read the day before how off shore tax haven abuse has become so absurd that one five-story office building in the Cayman Islands is now the ‘home’ to more than 18,000 corporations. How tax haven abuse has become so absurd that one five-story office building in the Cayman Islands is now the ‘home’ to more than 18,000 corporations. Corporations clearing billions in pure profit without paying a farthing in tax.

And not a sound, not a word of protest found on the lips of the red capped minions. All is still, as a deep azure lake in deepest summer.

Now far be it from me to question Fat Nixon's decision to grant a two trillion tax cut to the international multicorps and third generation trust fund parasites.

It just warms my heart that I can do more than my part to finance this grand venture...