In Which Your Humble Blogger hopes that you are all sealed in the playlist of life for a good year.
In Which Your Humble Blogger has no plan, but is aware that despair isn't a plan, either
In Which Your Humble Blogger has no good ideas, and very few bad ones.
In Which Your Humble Blogger was writing this before Afghanistan fell, so the bit about where everyone’s attention is has already turned out to be wrong. The rest will be wrong later.
In Which Your Humble Blogger kinda assumes that Party Leaders still respond to somewhat-ordinary incentives and disincentives, and so is probably wrong.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is aware that precedent is unlikely to mean anything to the next fascist President, but might to the next one that just ordinarily bad.
In Which Your Humble Blogger exits, stage right.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is a buffoon. Surprise!
In Which Your Humble Blogger tips his proverbial.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is feeling politically frustrated and sad, which isn't really new.
