Death, destruction, and the rise of Very Bad People.
I commented to a friend, it's like we're in the first book of Lord of the Rings...
But, as Molly Ivins said, remember the plucky hobbits!
No, she didn't. She said,
“We should be cheerful about the here and now on the principle that it can always get worse, and then we will never have been cheerful at all.”
I tell ya, the worse things get, the more I embrace Ivins's exhortation to cheerfulness, which annoys the hell out of me when times are better (or when I'm less aware, anyway, of how awful they are).
I'm very cheery indeed these days.
In Orgeon, 230 goats arrive to eat the "dry undergrowth that fuels big fires":
