Not going to waste time with his being judged, as it would be too much like what I did with Rumsfeld. I think I’ll just keep him in limbo for a bit…marinating in the juices of his sins of hubris and rationalization, overlaid with a healthy dose of psychopathy.

I could chortle about the D’s wins Tuesday night, but that’s been done to death – over projection for absolute sure. Lipstick on a pig, I say. Isn’t going to really change anything – nor will the Supremes knocking Napoleon’s tariff disaster down (remember Napoleon/aka Stalin/aka King Trump from Animal Farm?). Nope. The end is near – too late to repent, you Republicans. You created this mess, and will be victims of it – but then so will the rest of us as well.

“What’s she talking about?” Oh, in your heart of hearts you know. Actually, I’ve been talking about this ever since I began this blog, rather tentatively, back in ’11. The economic crash. The mother of all crashes. Doomsday. This is the End (thank you, Jim Morrison for the words and Coppola for the images). Not nuclear – not yet – but economic, climatic and government: ECG. It’s the title of my next book, with the subtitle (The Triage). Diagnostic in nature, and with a real sense of urgency, describing the crash, approximating the time frame (always risky, but necessary) and suggesting that there is no averting it. It must play out. Christmas present to the world.

So “oh boo hoo”, you say, “there she goes again.” Yes. But accepting the fact that I’m a medium conveys a certain responsibility to share what is about to happen. “But,” you say, “if it can’t be averted, what’s the point in telling me about it before it happens?” Ah, good question. Ish would say better to know ahead of time than be surprised – and less prepared. “How do you prepare for Armageddon?” You ask. You don’t. As usual, Ishmael is saying what he thinks we want to hear. Bad habit of that. But he’s drawn that way.

“Oh, come on – it can’t be that bad.” That’s what they said on the east side of Jamaica just before Cat 5 Hurricane Melissa hit three days before Halloween. Trick or treat? Have you seen the pix? Devastation. Unlucky Jamaica. That can’t happen here. Really? It did before – the ’35 hurricane (unnamed, other than that it occurred on Labor Day) was as bad. Ruined Henry Flagler’s railroad to the Keys. My great grandfather worked for the railroad – reason he and his wife came to Florida.

“So tell me about this new book – ECG – like electrocardiogram? Are we talkin’ heart attack here?” Sort of. It’s also an acronym for Economy, Climate and Governance. Writing about Quantum Physics has given me a whole new understanding of processes and a whole new vocabulary to describe them. This aids immensely in describing what is coming. “Quantum Physics?” Oh Good Grief, read the book. QUALMS. Available from Amazon Kindle, paperback and hard copy. Also a volume 2 with conversations with Ismael. “Will you tell me more about this as you write the new book?” I will. Helps me think. I liked the format of QUALMS – conversational and simplified – but don’t want to repeat myself. As such, I will be channeling – or at least summoning – the ghost of Martin Amis to help with the effort. “Who?” Sigh. Just Google him. AI will explain.