Thoughts while riding stationary bicycle on wednesday

It appears the last obvious repulsian whack job has retired from the lists. This leaves only a too often retreaded Foghorn Leghorn and the candidate presumptive, a cow flop of truly indeterminate magnitude.

On the other hand is a democrud presumptive candidate who is apparently capable only of executing misdirection and denial with competence.

And serving as impedance match for information are news instrumentalities, video and print, that are so unbelievable that they are either worshiped or ignored.

It seems that if the republic is not dead, it is firmly established in the feed lot.

No wonder the silly season is stochastic; everything has lost its determinacy.