In Which Your Humble Blogger does find it amusing, in a terribly immature way, that MAGA is evidently acquiring low-quality but comically oversized horns in vast quantities.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is not hopeful, but then despair isn't much use either.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is all better now.
In Which Your Humble Blogger has genre problems.
In Which Your Humble Blogger has read some books, a couple of them on actual paper.
In Which Your Humble Blogger hates and fears change, particularly change for the worse.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is impressed.
In Which Your Humble Blogger may as well participate in the historic bloviating about the historic hearings about the historic crimes.
In Which Your Humble Blogger wonders about various intended audiences.
In which Your Humble Blogger is actually going to a lecture on Scripture Study tonight, but will probably read the whole transcript tomorrow.
