Not for myself this time.
Arthur, patron saint of us disabused, disenchanted and disappeared folks is having a rough time of it. I know how gut-wrenchingly awful it is to have to bleg for a living, and I don't put out damn near the quality of righteous anger and analysis that Arthur does. I've said it before, if the world were just he'd be a national hero. But alas.
If you've got something to spare- send it his way.
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