If your recent visits here have filled you with dread—oh God, wormme’s not posting because he’s polishing some gigantic thing to drop on our heads—then you know me well.
The problem (from my viewpoint) is that writing this ponderous prose has led to several ideas worth exploration in their own right. Which would probably be more effective, too.
So the best analog for what’s coming is that soon you’ll be crushed under a post the size of a horse. I’ll then commence beating on select locations of its rapidly cooling corpse, with you still trapped beneath.
No thanks are necessary. Or expected.
Before your equine deposit and vivisection, here’s a magnum opus by Walter Russell Mead to keep us busy. Genuinely thought-provoking!
Ponderous, man. Fragging Ponderous
This is so cool. Scale of the universe. Scroll right for big and scroll left for little.
More thought provoking is this question: what was the last thing that went through Osama’s mind?
Winchester or Remington?
Another fascinating Mike Flynn piece, this one on events turning into oral histories turning into founding legends.