And People Wonder Why I'm Cynical...

      This just makes me sick. Sure, most of us saw this coming. Let's face it, though, this was grandstanding no different than that which she criticized. God-- or Darwin or Marx, Groucho or Karl-- save us from such people. Ah, Groucho, my mind sighs to think what ye'd have said about this woman. Probably something about never forgetting a face, but in this woman's case making an exception.

      Sometimes I am indeed inclined to cultivate my garden of misanthropy.