Shoe by Gary Brookins and Susie MacNelly for December 06, 2020

These days…..it’s a fair question.

It is a bit too late. Normalcy, civilization, and peace of mind… have left the building… months ago.

Now is the Autumn of our disillusionment.

I think we have at least temporarily delayed the latter for the time being.

https://www.survivopedia.com/

Civilization will always be around…it will only devolve into something different!

From the stool…

2020 rated worst year ever, provided you never lived at any other time in history. -The Bee

Only an optimistic pessimist would plan for the fall of civilization…

Winter is coming.

Oh, fer cryin’ out loud, people: I am, at this moment, looking at a spread in the November issue of National Geographic, p. 92: It shows a line of masked Syrian women refugees, standing in line in the desert, six feet apart, waiting for UNICEF donations. NOTHING else there: no buildings, no cities, no electronic games, no cell phones, no latrines, etc., etc., etc.Adjust yer attitudes!

I see NOTHING wrong with ’Cosmo’s’ response—right to the point if you ask me(of course, no one ever ask me, they aren’t interested in my opinion but I’m giving it) ! ! ! !

What Cosmo needs is a girlfriend.

Now is the winter of Donnie’s discontent.

Same day…..

for my wife and I other then poor restaurant selection (covid lock down etc) life has been about the same . She walks 5 miles a day 7 days a week I catch up on chores etc.

After a certain age “fall” can happen anytime.

Nailed IT you did !!!

I’d argue that “civilization” actually fell years ago, but it’s all an artificial construct anyway so who cares.

Since it’s been referenced by several commenters:Now is the winter of our discontent

Made glorious summer by this sun of York;

And all the clouds that lour’d upon our house

In the deep bosom of the ocean buried.

Now are our brows bound with victorious wreaths;

Our bruised arms hung up for monuments;

Our stern alarums changed to merry meetings,

Our dreadful marches to delightful measures.

Grim-visaged war hath smooth’d his wrinkled front;

And now, instead of mounting barbed steeds

To fright the souls of fearful adversaries,

He capers nimbly in a lady’s chamber

To the lascivious pleasing of a lute.

But I, that am not shaped for sportive tricks,

Nor made to court an amorous looking-glass;

I, that am rudely stamp’d, and want love’s majesty

To strut before a wanton ambling nymph;

I, that am curtail’d of this fair proportion,

Cheated of feature by dissembling nature,

Deformed, unfinish’d, sent before my time

Into this breathing world, scarce half made up,

And that so lamely and unfashionable

That dogs bark at me as I halt by them;

Why, I, in this weak piping time of peace,

Have no delight to pass away the time,

Unless to spy my shadow in the sun

And descant on mine own deformity:

And therefore, since I cannot prove a lover,

To entertain these fair well-spoken days,

I am determined to prove a villain

And hate the idle pleasures of these days.

Plots have I laid, inductions dangerous,

By drunken prophecies, libels and dreams,

To set my brother Clarence and the kingIn deadly hate the one against the other:

And if King Edward be as true and just

As I am subtle, false and treacherous,

This day should Clarence closely be mew’d up,

About a prophecy, which says that ‘G’Of Edward’s heirs the murderer shall be.

Dive, thoughts, down to my soul: hereClarence comes.

Richard, Duke of Gloucester, from “Richard III”

A true pessimist is one who truly doubts the sencerity of other pessimists.