Your faithful scribe is once again in the grip of the fear. I wish I could look backwards or forwards for solace, but both directions in time contain horrible, horrible things. A friend recently had a baby, while discussing the best time to meet this baby, I've come to the conclusion that any introduction to me should also contain the words "this is Chris, things aren't nearly as bad as he says", they are, however the weak and the innocent shouldn't be exposed to the hideousness of the truth.

The truth is not like a sore with a bandage to be removed, one swift pull can lead to a damaging shock that will lead to insanity and meaningless gibbering. I'm always torn when I see those jabbering weirdos wandering the streets, as to whether they are actually suffering a mental ailment, or perhaps they've read one too many newspapers and the truth became evident to them.

Reading the news the past few days, one can't help but wonder if the divinities are wreaking vengeance on the "land of the free". Hurricanes and tropical storms so common that they've run out of names, Andrew Card, Bush's right hand (brain?) is caught in a plane mishap. The locked door at the press conference, the seemingly endless pile of indictments that are crushing the white house staff.