Easy to love, but when an entire mob agrees to ignore it "in toto"
that means: they ain't read that one along with the others: Catch-22-2019.
Every. Hour. the pendulum swings: will 2020 be that last "run-up-to an election"? /ultimately superseded by fiat.
(From another venue: Note the changes from 1-20-17 through (tomorrow); note #days to election). Imagineer.
Figured I'd learned how to suck-it-up around weirdos, but I can't think of a strategy re zombies. Except the obvious: all-over, giant concentric circles form/each armed-to-the-teeth;
Megaphone-guy says, FIRE!!
Each one sights on a cohort-who-doean't measure-up to His-standards.
Simple, eh? (they already have the hardware and daydream about using it, Big Time.)
(Guess you can't Patent a self-fulfilling prophecy, eh?)