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Back To Brazil

If you look at the background to the left or the right of our front page, you may think you’re looking at a small part of the Carina Nebula. Well. That’s really cyberspace, and we’ve been out there soaring around for the past few weeks, perambulating the volatile gases, sorting out server issues, enjoying the fine cuisine of the local eating establishments, dancing the rumba, practicing good dental hygiene, and of course, barking at all the really fine moons out there.

But we’re back now. And baby, it looks like the more things change, the more they stay the same.

Prepare for heavy rolls.

As the Paul Ryans, Ted Cruzes, and Donald Drumpfs of Repuglican World doubledown on crushing the last vestige of sanity out of our nation’s political dialogue, we’re ready to get back into the crazy; right up to our carotid arteries.

Please join us.

WALKING ACCORDION INTERVAL

“Three! Twelve! Shit!”

Yes indeed, we’re taking an interval while we move to another server.
During the interval, we expect you to carry on as if nothing is fucked here, man, and you know, like, keep expressing your opinion as if it was just as real and tangible as any scientific fact is assumed to be.

And with that we leave you to your own devices,* and their assorted and sundry software peccadilloes.

*I was forced to learn to play the accordion as a child when my parents fell under the sway of Myron Floren‘s squeezebox machine, during Lawrence Welk’s heyday.