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Send in the clones.

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Trans-Martian insertion commence... four... three... two... one... one ... ONE! Commence, damnit! What's the matter with you clones? Geebus! I'm telling you, my friends - you just can't get good help these days, not anywhere. Not on Earth (our home planet). Not on Mars (our current place of business). Not in deep space (which separates Earth from Mars). As you may recall from our previous Web-based utterances (known as blog entries), we're running a little short-handed here in Big Green -land, particularly owing to the recent "brain drain" at the abandoned Cheney Hammer Mill. The more knowledgeable (and higher-paid) members of our contingent - mad scientist Mitch Macaphee and etheric energy specialist / inventor Trevor James Constable flew the coop, having grown tired of our slovenly ways, our peasant fare, our... general ripeness, if you will. Anyway, they lit off for Rio, Monaco, Paris, and pretty much anyplace better than the mill. So what the hell , we

On the brink.

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These are unnerving times. I feel as though, once again, we stand at the edge of catastrophe and yet we are unable to summon the will to stop it. I don't mean to depersonalize that observation - I include myself in that broad "we". Sometimes I wonder whether, years from now, I will look back on these days and curse myself for being so limp and impassive in the face of disaster. For the second time in just a few years, we seem to be sleepwalking into war. Our lame duck leaders, eager to demonstrate their relevance, are almost certain to bring about some kind of attack on Iran. Many in the Democrat-led congress are walking in lock-step with them (and sometimes a step or two ahead), particularly those with presidential ambitions. At the same time, Israel has struck a site in Syria, raising the question of what will come next (and from where) and Turkey is poised to invade northern Iraq. With all of this (and quite a bit more) seemingly going septic at once, our ever-trusty m