In Which Your Humble Blogger wonders what the future's past will hold.
In Which Your Humble Blogger has Cranky Thoughts.
In Which Your Humble Blogger can talk for hours and hours and hours.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is weary, just weary.
In Which Your Humble Blogger thought the real highlight was the snip-snip excerpt from Ecclesiastes.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is tempted to quote Santayana at great length but resists, for now.
In Which Your Humble Blogger thinks it's a one-in-a-thousand chance, but I've been wrong before.
In Which Your Humble Blogger can't even imagine.
In Which Your Humble Blogger still, still, still believes it. For good or ill, humanity.
In Which Your Humble Blogger also realizes that law enforcement is different from education and transportation, which is presumably why Conservatives support the budget for it.
