Solace

Since my attitude hasn't gotten any sunnier after listening to Kerry's concession speech, I must seek solace in other quarters. I just have to readjust my expectations, like when I wrote off the Mariners' season back in May. Only now the "team" plays year round, and they'll suck for four seasons straight. Yeah, that's the ticket. And if that fails, there's always screaming into pillows or pointless acts of vandalism.

Tell it on the hill, Woody:

"The world is filled with people who are no longer needed
And who try to make slaves of all of us
And they have their music and we have ours.
Theirs, the wasted songs of a superstitious nightmare.
And without their musical and ideological miscarriages to compare our songs of freedom to,
We'd not have any opposite to compare music with
And like the drifting wind, hitting against no obstacle, we'd never know its speed, its power."