A breather from "USA We're #Zip" BS about BLS

Three very good, very generous Canadian friends conspired a while back to haul my depressed American ass out of its native rot and grace it with three weeks in their country of calm. So there, here, I sit. Lord, what a difference. It's downright heavenly. They and their national compatriots are as baffled as I about the Rise of American Debauchery, but their entrails aren't knotting up or their nerves fraying, as mine were; the U.S. may have gone crazy with incomprehensible malice, yet, they reckon, we needn't reciprocate. This admirable Canadian phenomenon I shan't compare to another nationality's stiff upper lips — no, that I won't do, for that would diminish its ... dare I say it ... authenticity. It is, rather, some indefinable, precisely unidentifiable, regionally unique spirit; one might venture, even, a certain spirituality? The corking-great literary critic Harold Bloom might have called it Canada's national religion. Perhaps I overstate. I think not.

There remains one posting necessity(?) — something political. At the moment I'm too content to write anything emotionally disruptive, so I'll just steal something satirical (another question mark) from The New Yorker's Andy Borowitz.

Trump Taps George Santos to Head Dept. Of Labor Statistics

WASHINGTON (The Borowitz Report)—In one of the most stunning political comebacks in American history, on Monday Donald J. Trump picked the disgraced former congressman George Santos to lead the Department of Labor Statistics.

"This is such an honor," Santos told reporters. "I really didn't think I'd get pardoned before Ghislaine."

The new DLS chief hit the ground running, revising upward the job figures from every month of Trump’s presidency.

“The American economy added a million new jobs in May and a billion new jobs in June,” Santos declared. “President Trump is creating jobs like crazy—he even gave one to Pete Hegseth.”

The unprecedented job growth has boosted Trump’s approval rating, which Santos said currently stands at 140 percent.

Thank you, Andy.

Postscript: I"ve no idea if today's post — mine, I mean — made any sense to anyone else. Yet I'm also too momentarily content to worry about it.