In Which Your Humble Blogger believes in the rule of law, at least aspirationally, y'know?
In Which Your Humble Blogger weeps with both grief and rage.
In Which Your Humble Blogger complains about a thing, and does more research complaining about it than seems to have been done in the object of the complaint.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is probably wrong. Ah, well.
In Which Your Humble Blogger has a long memory.
In Which Your Humble Blogger does not see a path to the desired future, but tolerabimus, eh? We keep moving.
In Which Your Humble Blogger hocks a tchainik, again.
In Which Your Humble Blogger writes whilst in a pessimistic mood, so, fair warning an all, yeh?
In Which Your Humble Blogger still likes to believe in the Madisonian system of normally ambitious politicians reacting normally to normal incentives, ha bloody ha.
