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I’ve got nothing to say today, really. As a person who went through law school enthralled by the Constitution and with faith in the wisdom and impartiality of the Supreme Court, today is one of the darkest in American history.
As in Aunty Ida’s mental one. It’s full-service, in case you’re wondering. Who wants a mental institution that isn’t full-service?
No one, that’s who.
Aunty Ida is a character, and I mean that in both senses of the word. Allegedly, she’s fictional, but part of me believes that out there, beyond the skin of this universe and well into the densely-packed parts of the next, she’s sending me detailed descriptions of her shenanigans with one of her improbable inventions.
It’s more logical than me just making her up.
Eh, go meet her, you’ll see what I mean. Just, um, you know, be careful with your brain since she probably won’t be, and we are no longer carrying spare brain parts.