Horry Clap! I'm Dead!

Now that I've figured it out ... it's even worse;  but there's hope “ In October 1991 I was driving my Toyota Camry on Forest Drive in Annapolis,  when a woman pulled out in front of me.  I hit her broadside; no chance to brake.  I didn't realize it at the time, but I was killed.  Now that I understand that, it's made my "life" much easier.  I'm pretty sure I'm in purgatory, and not Hell because there are moments of hope, even joy, which of course Hell does not provide for. Sometime in a few trillion years (of earth time) I will be paroled.  That's called hope. I understand now that none of this political stuff is happening for my dear wife and four children,  who have moved on (but thankfully continue to pray for me).   Not so here. You people (yes, all of you,  in case you haven't figured it out yet)  have passed on.  You share with me this particular plane of existence because I have in a sense created you. So,  being here is filled with the utterly bizarre. Nothing makes sense; everything is torturously insane. In this plane of existence there is a  fictional president named Bronco Stoma— I think—details are ever changing here.  The girl always turns out to be a guy, or leaves me for a Rugby player? she met on a Ferris Wheel during his game?.  I can never find my car.  I keep trying to fly to a resort with a free ticket, but always go to the wrong terminal, and spend an eternity ... trying to find my car.  And,stuff like  like this. “What’s happening with Hostess Brands is a microcosm of what’s wrong with America, as Bain-style Wall Street vultures make themselves rich by making America poor,” Trumka said in a public statement. “Crony capitalism and consistently poor management drove Hostess into the ground, but its workers are paying the price.” After the Baker's Union opted to let the company go into bankruptcy rather than take a 10% wage cut.  Just insane. ”