In Which Your Humble Blogger once again provides a poem for the day.
In Which Your Humble Blogger also thinks there is something there about intermarriage and the People, and the intermingling of us and not-us and maybe-us and also of our own generation and its terrifying mix of degeneration and hope.
In Which Your Humble Blogger writes about May, but not about hedgerow tupping.
In Which Your Humble Blogger would also accept "Margaret of Anjou leading an army of the undead."
In Which Your Humble Blogger guides you to the set of doors on the left, halfway up the building, then on the main floor your right.
In Which Your Humble Blogger neglects to rant about how foolish his Party was not to abolish the nonsensical "debt limit" when they had the chance.
In Which Your Humble Blogger was exposed, again, but has tested negative, again.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is back to hocking about whatever the hell he has been hocking about for twenty years now, jeez.
In Which Your Humble Blogger emphasizes the importance of writing a new haggadah every year, while keeping it exactly the same.
In Which Your Humble Blogger attempts a counterfactual.
