One calamity after another these past couple of weeks. Gustav killed and destroyed. Ike followed suit. I also must flip the finger at Lowell, even though he was of the Pacific tropical storm variety a-holes and didn't really kill anybody, but because each one of these three stooges hung out in my neighborhood over the last few days pissing on my own house which, in this one room where I am now, leaks like a sieve. I slosh just walking into here. On the heels of one after the other they've come, so I've been rather irritable about all that mess. Mostly just for personal reasons. Then there was the text messaging conductor dude who killed all those train folks, that was sad. Also, although it means shit to anyone else really, every damn day for the last many we've chalked up another murder here in my home city. Some have been like double days, I think we're setting some sort of record around here. And then, of course, there continues the Sarah Palin disaster, too. It...