Welcome to My Mansion

Welcome to My Mansion

As you can see, I am having a large afternoon party right now. Women are wearing floor-length gold evening gowns and gentlemen are wearing spats on their shoes. I will open up the little world I have created sometimes and just stare at it, wondering what it would be like to stroll along the bricked paths or admire the gold and marble fountain behind the house, basking in the fine mist it creates. It changes my mood to wistful, and for a moment, transports me.

But the time always comes to put down my phone and pay attention to the world around me, like the Presidential debate this past Thursday. Wired correctly pointed out that the conspiracy drumbeats warming up before the Battle of the Dotards didn’t even bother calling out evil, Deep State schemes after Biden’s performance.