Is there good? The bad is obvious; the wicked, more so. The banal, the stupid, the dismal, the obvious, the dreary: these propagate. But the good? In 2016? There is no good in 2016: everyone is dead, or racist, or screaming at the top of their lungs.
The judiciary has been purged.
So we must muddle, and sweat it out. There are small boons, though. There is this plug-in for Firefox: it is an adblocker-blocker, and allows you to go to Wired and Rolling Stone and Forbes and all those other sites with their friendly entreaties to turn off Adblock. (I will never, ever, ever turn off my Adblock. I lock my car in the parking lot, I have a deadbolt on my front door, and I leave my Adblock on.)
What about a new (kinda) post on Hooterollin’ Around about a ridiculously obscure piece of the Dead’s discography: the Good Old Boys’ record, Pistol-Packin’ Mama, produced by Garcia and released by Round Records right before it died the ignoble death everyone should have foreseen for it?
Perhaps you could look at this picture of some mountains:
Although that’s probably more rightly called a gorge, or a valley. Or cliffs. The green part on the bottom is a forest. There are also slopes and rocks, and I might see a gully. There’s a shitload of nature in this photo, honestly. Look at it for a while, and don’t think about the United States; think about America.