And here's the somewhat bleak instuctional manual for what we stare down the barrel of, going forward. I'm tired and I'm drunk, so I'll spare you the commentary on this shit at present, because I have a feeling it would be deeply compromised. But anyway...as per "Candide," we must all tend to our gardens. So. Drink up, because the next X years are probably gonna blow. Tra la.
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