I hope they are playing it grand. Joe will get his last gig at the desk in the WH, will address the nation one more time, before he breaks into song - "I did it my way" (teleprompter) - and Nancy Lugosi pushes the button that drops him back into to the basement for good, never to be seen again. Good night, sweet prince, you can't remember us, but we won't forget, because we can't. Sound the taptoo for the chief. Curtain.
You are in good company, but this thought leader actually got one for op-sec and privacy reasons (archived Wa compost link):
I'm not a Luddite. Luddites smash machines. But I am getting older, and it's easier to say "why do I care?"
Look for these signs:
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uncle tom's cabin will be a fortress
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tanking the short squeeze will fail
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the plague is a farce behind a mask
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the shot will put down the boomer
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the math must be black
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the cat in the hat is banned
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diet shasta will reveal the true prophet
Untrue.