POST-MORTEM on a failed post . . .

Before I take up JH's point, I would like to walk back a few days, and make it clear what led to that post. I came down with a horrible respiratory ailment last week which totally wiped out my Christmas. I've been sitting home alone, miserable, this whole week. I KNOW BETTER than to have any more than ONE FINGER of coffee in the morning, as I'm manic-depressive, and don't need to get over-stimulated. BUT THE HOT COFFEE FELT SO GOOD on my ravaged throat and crusty-phlegmed lungs, that I went ahead and DRANK THE WHOLE THING!! . . . amounting to some 7-8 times my NORMAL DAILY WORKING DOSAGE of caffeine. The results . . . are as you see. Out of control rhetoric, racing thoughts that my fingers can barely keep with, long-time relationship ruined, carefully balanced rhetorical structures ruptured by staccato outbreaks of nonsense, all our most secretest and most delicatest plans revealed to hostile eyes, and an overall impression of KING LEAR RANTING TO THE WINDS. I am VERY SORRY for allowing myself to get into such a state. I can only say, in my defense, that I DID warn you in the headings that a ZEMBLISTIC RANT was coming, which was my way of begging your indulgence in advance for what was meant as a tasty bit of nonsense, a sort of "masque" in a HOLIDAY-FARCE mode. The characteristic rants of the KING OF ZEMBLA are a well-known and much appreciated feature of BC life, and it's always a festive day when the King blesses us with his presence. Indeed, the ZEMBLISTIC RANT is becoming quite the recognized genre, and it was a vein that I felt, rightly or wrongly, I could do some pretty work in. MOVING FORWARD, I am celebrating == what? the 28th? == with a FESTIVE HOLIDAY PUNCH made of CHEAP RED WINE, orange juice, cranberry juice, brown sugar, and HOLIDAY SPICES. And boiling all well, to be sure to reduce the alcoholic content as much as possible. I trust that the change in pharmacological regimen will bring about a mollification of my posting style, which, I admit, did get a little savage and bloody there. Turning now to Holt's point, which rhymes well with Maintenance Elf's desire that I should be shot, from a safe distance, with a tranquilizer dart, in response to one of my more rambunctious and cop-challenging posts, in decades gone by, I would not miss #PEDOSCHWING2025 for ALL THE WORLD, as it seems what we have to look forward to is the BREAKING OUT of all the repressed and denied tendencies that have boiling & bubbling in the dark places of American Society for EVER SO LONG NOW, and therefore, I must reject -- reject with gratitude for the consideration shown, but nevertheless FIRMLY REJECT -- any offers to put me in cryogenic storage, long or short. The time-table for the days we currently face, and which will be All-TOO-QUICKLY upon us, has nothing to do with me. I do but observe & extrapolate trend-lines, like the psychohistorians in Asimov's Foundation trilogy. Maybe you weren't planning to mount a full publicity campaign with your positions quite so soon, in 2025. But then, maybe we didn't plan to BUY GREENLAND either. Trump and his mad-cap team are a remarkably accelerationist element in my analysis, like the MULE in Asimov's. ---Sb