So, You Want To Know What Will Happen; I'll Tell You, But You Won't Believe Me

“The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars , b ut in ourselves , that we are underlings.” (Cassius, to Brutus, Shakespeare's Julius Caesar, Act I, Scene III). What's going to happen? That is what everyone is asking, no? I thought I should go on the record and share my own thoughts on the matter, since I've put myself out there enough over the past few years that some folks may want to get my assessment. Lots of others have tuned me out because I'm depressing, and tend to repeat myself. Don't worry, no hard feelings, I'm used to it, I've been doing this for a long time. I'll start with two things. First, I'm surprisingly relaxed for a change, and feel clear minded, as opposed to the mental state I've been in since November of 2016. This is not strictly related to the snifter of Single Barrel Kentucky Bourbon sitting on my desk as I type away, reflecting on the current state of affairs. I've actually been relatively calm for some time...