Readers who don’t understand a lot of the things they read here — and they are aplenty — have asked whether when sleepwalking at night, I type out my lede and predictions and hit Send without copyreading? Others have wondered if there’s a warehouse somewhere with thousands of monkeys at keyboards banging away? And that I mindlessly cut and paste their senseless output and hit Send without copyreading. Well, no. And no. But there are times when I dazzle even myself with the senseless drivel I write. Like this week, when I totally discarded my original opening shtick. It literally…