squirrel project for a new American century is defunct. the ideologues were proved to be syphilitic. the grand illusion was squashed like a boiled black bean underfoot. we are living in the space between the crushing and the bean- the worst possible spot to occupy if you are a mammal. if there were a god, he would help us if we paid the right amount in sexual favors. even that is tragically forlorn. the nuts we had stowed away for winter are rotten; creepy crawling day-glow maggots suckle the pus.