Hammer Mill Days

There's a valuable resource for you. And right here under our noses. We're rich, I tell you, rich. It's like finding a whole bag full of doubloons. Or perhaps triploons. What am I talking about? What indeed. I'll tell you, friend(s), we've been squatting in this abandoned hammer mill for more than ten years. You know what squatting that long does to your quadriceps? Seriously, we've been occupying the Cheney Hammer Mill before the Occupy movement ever put on its first pair of short pants. Not for any principle, you understand, other than that of having a roof over our heads. A penniless band, Big Green was in those days. Ah, but no more. Fortune has smiled upon us, once again. So often these things happen by accident. Someone tinkering with something, blowing some time, and next thing you know, whoosh! Well, that's what happens when you live with a mad scientist, anyway. For weeks, Mitch Macaphee has been tinkering with that orgone generating machine Trevor

Santorum surges to the front. For many, I'm sure, that is proof positive of the existence of God. For others, it is worrying evidence of the other dude. Astounding, though, how culture war issues have come to the fore so abruptly. Elections are never about what you think they're going to be about, are they? 2008 was supposed to be about Iraq, but it ended up being the financial crisis and the economic meltdown. This one is supposed to be about the economy, but for chrissake... the GOP guy who's been talking incessantly about the economy for the past four years just can't get past first base. Now it's looking more and more like the election will be fought over, well... birth control. Then there's the billionaire problem. It seems that every major candidate has his sugar daddy. For Gingrich it was Adelson, the reactionary casino magnate. For Romney, it's himself (of course). And for Santorum, it's Foster Friess, last name pronounced "freeze". Tha