The day something happens is usually not the right time to draw conclusions. The revolution's not going to be simonized. We fixed E D but we're still working on schizophrenia. Meantime, you can buy a 500 hp Mustang or an assault weapon because free market, man. Dallas Green's granddaughter was only 9 and she was born on the day our civilization changed forever. We can no longer get there from here. Our sentry is part of the raiders. Westboro's heading for Tucson to hold their God Hates Fag signs at her funeral. Where's Nurse Ratched when we need her? Today the right thing to do is watch the 2nd half of Wildcard Weekend, end the day with warmed sheets and park the massive rascal right in his favorite spot. Love makes it all make sense. I shit you not.