So, are we living in the End Times, or "I wish it would end times?"
Left of West and coming in a hurry. With the Furies breathing down your neck.
Ramblings of a badly aged Baby Boomer who went from Rebel Without a Cause to Bozo Without a Clue in, seemingly, the same afternoon.
The master of the Art of the Deal, Mr. Three-Dimensional Chess Grand Master, the Teflon Don, has gotten himself caught in a trap of his own ...
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