Yeah, here they are comrades: the gangster-mobile and the slug-sled. We didn't do so well in the competition, as we expected. And the proceedings were lengthy indeed. So now we're back at Berea-Rose cooling out while Cookie does his homework, Alane watches XU play ball, and Mojo rolls around on the living room carpet.

Trying to avoid the news sites this evening, as I find all this advancing statism to be so friggin depressing. Infuriating, actually.