11/15/2025
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It’s brutal out there. But it’s not that great in here, either — here in the quiet spaces of my head and home, where I try to maintain a little equilibrium amid the madly fluxing state of this union. It ain’t easy. Out there won’t let me unwind. My morning coffee ripples with the stomp of each day’s fresh tyranny: the president’s political enemies targeted, troops and agents surging through cities, the Constitution treated like a novelty placemat.
I’m not the only one who feels it, either. For many of us still loyal to the bedraggled niceties of the American Experiment — suddenly disposable concepts like the Bill of Rights, pursuit of happiness, e pluribus unum — this chaos can sink us into a kind of jellied anxiety that I, for one, find it hard to squirm out of.
This, I submit, is no way to live, even under a would-be despot. Especially under a would-be despot.
The obvious solution is a darkened room and a gonzo supply of noise-canceling gummies. But I have a household to run, so that’s out. No, perhaps what I really need is for Las Vegas, particularly at this most festive time of the year — and with fewer visitors underfoot, haha — to work its fabled magic. What can I do around here to calm my nerves for a minute?
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