When they came for my cruise ship I ignored them since I wasn’t planning on ever taking cruise; when they closed the buffets I wasn’t worried since I was on a strict diet that precluded All-You-Can-Eat; when they came for my March Madness I only nodded since I no longer followed college basketball since John Wooden left us; when Broadway went dark I reminded myself that I no longer lived close enough to Manhattan to take a bus; but when they came for Disneyland I stood up, shook my fist, and shouted: “Okay! I’m officially tired of winning!!”

To quote Charlton Heston for the benefit of Der Drump: “You blew it up! Ah, damn you! God damn you all to hell!”