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Norman Pilon says:

Ah, what a delightful way to end the evening, ending up down here, at the bottom of all these comments, my ribs completely destroyed, gasping for dear breath, and now typing horizontally from the floor, on my belly, craning my neck to view the monitor, because I can’t manage to get myself back up into my — ( I was going to say “La-Z-Boy,” but since a great many of you here are, well, you know, silver tongued Americans, if admittedly ‘witless’ (pay attention to the inverted commas, there, Tubes), I will resist giving you another chance to go wildly off-piste . . .yet again — even if it were at my well deserved expense, inventing bad intent where none of “that” kind could rightly be attributed, for otherwise I really do risk ending up in the hospital on life-support, and wouldn’t my kids and my wife, as well as the medical staff, be more than a little bemused by the smiling and now life threatening rictus fixed upon my face) — chair.

Additionally, I just want to add with my usual terseness, reserved only for commenting here, Tubes, where I can let my hair down, so to speak, how I, too, have also been struggling with the issue of words simply no longer being able to go far enough to express the utter nightmare, because that’s truly what the fuck it is, an utter nightmare, and you will forgive me if the tone now shifts a little, but then that is why I permit myself to extemporize, here, because I know that I will be forgiven even before I will ever need to be, here, somewhere at the edge of things, at the edge of the world, at the edge of our sanity. But Linda, by the miracle of serendipity, seems to have been struck by a solution to our mutual problem, and it only needs to be spelled out a little, namely, that all we need to do is to write words in exponential form, so that what used to be full-bodied “outrage” in our youth, but has now become merely “outrage” in our weather-beaten years, can once again adequately express our Twenty First Century malaise; all that it needed was to be raised to a power, mathematically speaking, for an elegant emphasis without practical limit, as in, for example, an “outrage to the power of three,” otherwise written as “outrage^3;” or an “outrage to the power of ten,” otherwise written as “outrage^10,” so on to infinity. And so it was that “outrage” had now been set free from its previous limitation of only just always having been but ordinary barely felt “outrage,” to now being unconstrained and limitless “outrage” to exactly match the immeasurable monstrosities of the crimes still being perpetrated in our world and in our time. Armed with this new physics of pain, we will once again be able to really grind our noses in the shit and really smell it; and once again, we will be grateful for being able to feel what should and cries out to be felt.

(Have I ever mentioned that sometimes I get depressed? It doesn’t last for much, however. It’s almost as though I really have a purpose for living.)

Thank you for listening. And thank you all for your blessed humor. No, really. From the bottom of my heart.

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