Every day, in every way, we are being urged to accept the inevitable. It's always a Monday morning that brings the most desperate insights ... like, every debate she doesn't lose, she wins.
The whirr of the vacuum tube, sucking 200 grand out of Watauga County, is supposed to be as lulling as the song of cicadas on a hot July afternoon. Sounds like an overheating jet engine to us.
They say, when you see the water recede abnormally at the shoreline, run for the hills. Tsunami's coming.