August is nearly over. It is getting colder already. And it is time to give up my dream that a new heaven and new earth (H/T Kenelm Burridge) is coming soon, that big man Donald J. Trump will land his airplane in our midst and bring us a new era of traditional morality and commodity fetishism. Which would really be some trick, honestly. Some say I should be grateful I do not live in a swing state, but I am not consoled. He landed his plane in Texas, and even Mississippi. Why there and there, and not here? Is Texas a swing state since I checked last? Still, the plane is not coming.