Bummer, man.

I don't mean to be a downer, but... I can't help feeling that "...all the poisons that lurk in the mud ARE hatching out." There seems to be something inexorable about the Road to Hell we're on. I really don't know if the War Train can be stopped, but it certainly won't so much as slow down, long as 280+ million Americans are either too reactionary, too stupid, or too disaffected to even try. We in Wisconsin know what I mean - that it's tough, really tough, to keep fighting the good fight. I've seen so many whom I thought would persevere, I've seen them... just give the hell up, roll over. There may indeed be such a thing as Destiny, if not Fate. Well, I just had three espressos and registered for to post my inciteful commentary on Isthmus's "The Daily Page." First time I've been there in three, four years. I feel better already! I really mean it! "Can you tell me how to get, how to get to..." ...the nearest Fallout Shelter! Best of luck, everybody!