It was sad when that great ship went down

Others have said what I would say.

I wasn't looking at live news on Tuesday—I hate it.  I kept doing other things as long as I could, and when I couldn't I went out to listen to the Yard.  When there's good news, it blooms with light on light, as swiftly as a desert.  There's a buzz, breaking into chant.  Dead silent.  Dark.  Two or three people walked by me, talking in low, angry voices.  I heard "—fuck third-party—" and that was it.

I hope his handlers keep the code from him.  He can have a toy red button to push with his pudgy little finger.

I am afraid of his handlers.

I am afraid.

Be safe.  Work on.

Nine