while the robotic/likely immanent mentation shall doubtless zombie-on..
(and while it will take a little time for the smashing ... of all safety-nets ... to achieve its rotten-fruition)

This may mean that '18 may not dawn as being the XIIIth-level-of Dante's nether-domiciles.
but by '20 ... when Aunt Maude is still in the living room of the double-wide/ all immovable/ and won't take her meds

I suspect that a %growing of these, having compared notes over a couple cases of Bud-Light {ugh} may finally recognize The Flim Flam Man-child, who put the tot in Hottentot.

'Course I could be wrong again (never adequately anticipated BHO's capacity for facing huge challenges from ..under the bed?) either :-/