My blog includes a category entitled “We’re All Screwed,” in which I deposit posts detailing the problems I see around us that could either cause a collapse or contribute to the decline of human civilization.
My past posts in this category deal with the death of the small rural American farmer, and Kim Jong Un getting to play with nukes. This post is more in the Idiocracy category.
The picture accompanying this post, until last year, was the Barnes and Noble bookstore that was closest to my house. It went out of business. Now it’s going to be a liquor store.
So, should I hold my book signing in the beer aisle, the wine racks, or by the hard stuff? Given the reviews my book will undoubtedly get, maybe I’ll set up by the Malört.
(If you’ve never gone drinking in Chicago, you can approximate the taste of Malört by drinking a shot of that bitter spray for keeping dogs and cats from chewing stuff, and chasing it with gasoline.)