These are shaky times. I felt the shakiness back in March, and though the fellow in my drawing being pitchforked and jackhammered and otherwise beset looks more like a younger George Carlin than me, I think he may well be a psychological self-portrait. Here are the words: Never grab coyotes by the ruff Nor contain a toxic load of stuff Even if your sitch is cause to fear Even though they're shoving from the rear Ragged edges tugging at the sclera Raw reporting LIVE by Al Jazeera Vermiform appendices display Vanquished methods causing harm today Evanescence wills us to degrade Stilled propriety leaves us unpaid