"Where’s Poochie?"
By I’m off for three weeks to the eastern half of the continental United States, where I’ll be visiting a whole lot of nutters family and wondering if Victor Davis Hanson has written anything stupid since the last time I looked at — oh, wait. Scratch that.
Among other things, this means that the quality of this site will mysteriously improve until, say, July 7, by which time I will have missed the birthdays of Clarence Thomas and Derek Jeter. Oh, well.
At times like this, it’s perhaps best to let music say what mere words cannot.