is he there yet?
With no actual reference to the actual Gerald R. Ford, deceased, there is something oddly apt in the awkward media repetition of the fact of his death, his myriad funerals, lyings in states, his burial. The hiccuping rhythm of a spastic, ice cream to forehead, again and again and again. Accidental paradiddle of bone on metal. Media hologram of once-living meme? Or something "in" Ford that is now in media about him?