In Which Your Humble Blogger thinks there is something missing from the conversation.
In Which Your Humble Blogger refrains from quoting Whitman, but just barely.
In Which Your Humble Blogger does not point out that the person in question ran for the same office two years ago and got twenty percent of the vote.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is not hopeful, but then despair isn't much use either.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is impressed.
In Which Your Humble Blogger may as well participate in the historic bloviating about the historic hearings about the historic crimes.
In Which Your Humble Blogger wonders about various intended audiences.
In which Your Humble Blogger is actually going to a lecture on Scripture Study tonight, but will probably read the whole transcript tomorrow.
In Which Your Humble Blogger just puts out in pixels what's been racing through the midnight mind.
In Which Your Humble Blogger could well be wrong about the difference between Now and Then, but I think it's different.
