My father completed his four-day journey Tuesday afternoon.  Normally, I would’ve switched back at that point to the old white-ground/black-text template.  But I’ve decided that, on balance, I like the black ground with the coppery text - at least to the extent that I like any of Blogsome’s canned templates.  I suppose I really should learn to build my own, but sweet Jeebus, there are already too few hours in the day.  So, for now, this look will remain.  [Now, if I can just keep the hamsters bribed . . . .]

Actual blogging?  Where the hell do I begin?  Every day brings a new fresh hell of crimes, obscenities, and general outrages:  Gonzo; TSP and data mining; a U.S. embassy built by kidnapped laborers; bullshit interpretations of habeas corpus; the fragging of an American soldier covered up first as a combat death, then as the result of "friendly fire" . . . . 

But I can sleep tonight (well, maybe) knowing that the intrepid members of our Fourth Estate have a solid grasp of what’s really important:  Hillary has tits!!!  And CLEAVAGE!!!

Just fucking shoot me now.