Why?

   Well, why the fuck not? I'm writing this blog as an outlet for the stress and frustration that comes of watching a shipload of nincompoops rush about frantically demanding clean decks, a better crew, more grog, less salt pork, and a thousand other trifles, all while ignoring the fact that the rudder's gone, the keel's split wide open, and the waves are ready to sweep over the deck.
   No nation has ever been more arrogant, delusional, and blind than the "great US of A" at this glorious dawn of the 21st century. It's a nation that is not led and cannot be led. It's a nation where the right wing are howling wolves, the left wing are squawking geese, and the vast majority in the middle are useless, addlepated sheep.
   Am I going to offer solutions? Hell, no. There aren't any. Am I going to play Chicken Little and warn everyone the sky's falling? No. It's a waste of time. Am I going to wail a warning? No. I've no desire to play Cassandra for a dying country. I'm just going to observe this interesting spectacle and make nasty remarks. That's my idea of fun.
   Well, maybe not just nasty remarks. I'm likely to try, vainly, I'd imagine,  to point out that it really doesn't matter. Countries rise and fall all the time. Sometimes, the world's better off when they fall. Life goes on, and life remains beautiful. Maybe I'll also keep making one other point. Everyone needs to stop fussing and take charge of their own lives. In times like these, that's the only sensible thing to do.