The Long Goodbye
Endurance Test. You can tell times are beyond bad when a poor Gorgon is too dispirited to rant. By the same token, you can’t keep her down forever. I know that soon-soon the urge to foam at the mouth will return, perhaps tenfold. I can even predict the subject of my next diatribe, Bumba be praised. Meanwhile, have a nice Brexshit Day-Of-Doom and sing with me:
Goodbye-ee
Don’t cry-ee
Pretty soon
That stupid goon
Our brains will fry-ee.