Ahh, fuck him, he's dead, even if his evil lives on. We, meanwhile, have real problems: No damn electricity in the 'hood from sometime before noon (when we woke up) until 1735 or so.
Did get some cleaning done. Not much else one can do w/o juice. Or even light. (Northern exposure, & never any direct sunlight.)
And you see what happens? We're disconnected from the world, & centrism takes one on the chin.
P.S.: What took so fucking long, Union Brothers?
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