Futility: a definition - What chu gonna do about it. You can't stop this clutter ^uck. You couldn't stop me with Muller, you can't stop me with impeachment, you couldn't stop me in the courts, I still keep spic kids behind barb wire, I still haven't given you my tax returns- you ain't gonna get those either, I released my criminal pals from jail, I won't allow the post office to deliver voting by mail, so whATCHU GONNA DO ABOUT IT?

The futility room has a water heater, tub sink, exposed ducts and sewer pipe, folding long table and two closets. Besides art supplies there are the things no one is to see. Racist electric skeletons singing dixie, Halloween stand up Trump, fire suit with helmet and visor, stuff that stopped working and piled on the table 3 feet high ranging from rock slicers to violin varnish. Blocking entry to the closet of infamous flammables is an electric folding bike. The floor bears evidence of a previous flood on dog poop brown colored linoleum and the walls are a canary yellow painted cinder block.
The flouresent lighting was engineered by Jerry Rig with extension cords. The futility begins with the question of where to start.