Whales…

Saddened by the death of the pod of whales on the east coast.

Depressed by all the morons grinning away taking pictures with the corpses. Some of which were defaced with spray paint of messages about the environment. There. Dignity in death.

Now they’re being loaded up to go to landfill. Apparently they don’t smell nice.

All in all. Depressarama.

And yet. There’s the part of my brain that seems to be controlled by Loki, that is playing out the possibility that the unfortunate creatures got there courtesy of the same route as the whale which suddenly found itself sprung into existence above Magrathea…