So here is where we are. I am incandescently angry. Like, violent angry. I do not know where to go with this. At present, whiskey and weed are keeping me somewhat in check. But I can tell you this. If Ethan Allen came around tomorrow and told me he had an idea about how to destroy some Trumpy cannon in upstate New York? I am fucking there. And this is so not me. So totally not me. We are in a really bad place. We may not recover from this.