In Which Your Humble Blogger divides gall into three parts, as you do.
In Which Your Humble Blogger proposes that this House should take offense and give censure.
In Which Your Humble Blogger has come to believe that electability is bunk.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is downhearted, but there is hope.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is disappointed and afraid and has no sense at all of where to go from here.
In Which Your Humble Blogger, as usual, is disagreeing with someone smarter, better informed, and more experienced.
In Which Your Humble Blogger has standards, after all.
In Which Your Humble Blogger was probably wrong about something at the time, but is certainly wrong now.
In Which Your Humble Blogger defends a terminology quibble that (as sometimes happens) reflects a vast difference in mindset.
In Which Your Humble Blogger hocks a tchainik, again.
