has marlowe left the station?
Imagine a world without marlowe. Imagine, at least, a world with marlowe back on his meds. It's been nine days. Might we hope that he's left the station with his beloved train, tootling at the (US-owned) throttle, speeding across pastures of imperial fantasy into the blue distance? Given another month, I think that discourse in this forum might recover.
cordially,
Eins Volk! Eins Reich! Eins Bush!
The Sudetenland of Low Earth Orbit is ours!
The future is leaving the station, and that future is a hobnailed Nike stamping on a human face--forever.
When the facts speak for themselves, you're hallucinating.