I’ve just received an invitation from Captain Nemo to reel off a few thousand leagues under the sea in the Nautilus; and I believe I’m going to accept.
I’m sick and tired of being sick and tired. The nooze is toxic, our culture is a neglected septic tank, the bad guys own our government, and here at Chez Leester nobody’s healthy. It gets to you after a while. I had a good idea for a Newswithviews piece, but I don’t have the oomph to write it… as the deadline looms.
Can I find a sunny spot and enjoy a cigar while the Nautilus takes us over Atlantis?
Let’s find out.