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Despite my earlier reservations, maybe it was appropriate to have the State of the Union address on William Burroughs’ 105^th birthday.

I can recall a spoken word fragment from Burroughs about a man who taught his asshole how to talk.  Soon the brain was starved of oxygen. The asshole became more prevalent and took control.

It doesn’t seem as far fetched as it once did.  And even Burroughs in all his beyond Orwellian paranoia didn’t consider millions of mugwumps adhering to the rantings of the talking asshole.

The bombast and the cheesy fake hair beckons images of Jim Jones but on a far greater scale.  Jamestown could have been more than just a blip on the historical map.  The kool-aid has more recently been served on a broader scale—only now the zombies aren’t falling over dead from the cyanide.  The last and greatest of human dreams appears to be finally prancing over the precipice and into the abyss.