Sometime around 0130, Huckleberry declared Playtime.
He was very persistent about it.
After half an hour of that, I decided I might as well crawl out of bed for a while. Not sure that was a good idea, really.
Oh, well. Looks like global financial markets are perking back up a bit. Speaking of which:
I noticed a headline yesterday to the effect that Soros hadn't shorted the Pound this time. Really? So he was so wrapped up in the globalist ruling-class bubble that he truly believed that Brexit was inconceivable?
Funny how the overlords in their shiny palaces never quite get the message that the undifferentiated plebs resent having their lives micromanaged from afar by people they don't know and didn't vote for.
And, closer to home, that (and of course Identity Politics) is how you get things like the Traditionalist Worker Party. Look at the front page of their web site, and their platform seems almost reasonable in the current political context. (Mostly wrong, but reasonable.) Dig a little deeper, and you get to the part where America is for White People, and I'm not White, and they want me to wear these parentheses, just so they know who We are, mind; there's no mention of putting me on the train to Happy Fun Camp. Yet.
Enough randomness. Back to sleep. Maybe. (Playful fuzzballs aside, I think my metabolism has shifted recently, and maybe I'm burning some fat and liberating stored caffeine. Yes, I know caffeine isn't traditionally considered fat-soluble, so it's probably something else. It's 0248, you expect me to make sense?)