 I said I wasn't going to check on the news today. A fan of Marvin, but I think I make blues today. The world is out of rhythm, another cataclysm. These schisms got me stratted deep and down more than usually. I feel defeated in my victories, keep my family from misery, but visibly bombarded by bombers physically sickens me. Helpless as a father, it's a psychological trauma that I wouldn't wish upon all my enemies. No honor is in these thieves, made modern a ministry. No karma could ever equate