For the last couple of days, I have been neither master of my destiny nor captain of my fate. Instead, I have served at the whim and will of others. In addition, I’m so ferociously angry at what the media is doing that I’ve actually avoided the news lest I pop a blood vessel. They’re not even pretending objectivity anymore. Their openly partisan behavior disgusts me. Sure, Trump’s no great gift to Republicans, but believe me, Hillary is no great gift to Dems — and the media is assiduously hiding everything about her and all of the useful idiots on my Facebook page — theoretically educated, gainfully employed voters — are sucking it up like bad beer at a kegger.
Anyway, I’m still not in charge of my schedule and won’t be for some hours. Please use this open thread to share whatever interests you.
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
–William Ernest Henley