In Which Your Humble Blogger piles on, unfairly, but you know what? Life isn’t fair, I tell you what.
In Which Your Humble Blogger knows which side he would be on.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is tired, both in body and in spirit.
In Which Your Humble Blogger finds a thing of beauty and a joy at lunchtime.
In Which Your Humble Blogger discovers sympathy for the vanquished captain of the enemy multitudes.
In Which Your Humble Blogger whinges about … oh, just read it, willya?
In Which Your Humble Blogger is a hurdler, not a reacher, and reveals much else besides.
In Which Your Humble Blogger distinguishes between liberals and fascists, which isn’t actually that difficult.
In Which Your Humble Blogger spoils the spoily spoily spoiler, spoil spoiling spoiler spoiler spoil.
In Which Your Humble Blogger forgets to write one of these intros.