A sharp eyed reader - and by that I mean every single one of you, this newsletter has the absolute best readers - may have picked that something was up yesterday in that fictional treatment of ol’ Mate Grabaseat’s speech.
Might I have only yet seen the promotional guff and not the speech itself? Might it be that I was taking the opportunity of a beautiful summer afternoon to go swimming and get my day’s exercise and also clear my head of so much dismality?
Readers, that is exactly what happened. But the time has now come to subject myself to ol’ Mate Grabaseat’s Nation-Healing Speech about Nation-Healing.
