Also, constant readers will notice a new name for this...thing, in tribute to FEAR AND LOATHING ON THE CAMPAIGN TRAIL, '72.  Dr. Thompson's prose has tickled me, and I have to admit that I absolutely dig the idea of a million-pound shithammer.  Especially one falling on Hubert Humphrey...

Dunno how long it'll last.  'till something else tickles me, I suppose.

Jesus, God, it's hot.  Where the fuck's my drink?