Masters? Wise Men? Fools!
Blah, blah, blah, say the humans. And baa, baa, baa, say I. Elections my tail! I’ve seen it all, man. Like, I was sitting in Bobby Dylan’s pad on 4th Street one night back in ’65, and he said, “You know, the masters make the rules for the wise men and the fools.” And then that damn optimist Lennon chimes…
