So anthrochica said:
I am also making my way through a book of Paul Krugman's essays, which is very soothing, in a macabre apocalyptic way, but it's like self-medicating reading, an article before bed, you can't just rush thought that.To which I responded:
There's a postmodern song in there somewhere. Aw hell, I'll write one:apologies extended to both Elvis and Johnny Cash.
Krugman and Whiskeywell it's been a long time since I've left it I'm sitting here all alone I'm a verbose but lonely pundit don't got a telephone [chorus] read Krugman and whiskey [beat, beat] there's no other way to sleep read Krugman and whiskey [beat, beat] it beats countin sheep there ain't nothing for it there ain't no way to tell if the Prez he sez just what he means or if he don't -- we're goin straight to hell read Krugman and whiskey and don't apologize read Krugman and whiskey brings tears to your eyes read Krugman and whiskey let it go to your head read Krugman and whiskey and take yourself to bed [instrumental, and out]
thank you. thankyouverahmuch.