And a rock feels no pain, and
an island never cries.
Oh who am I kidding. The moment the government types started asking questions I started blubbering and slobbering and snotting all over myself. Apparently, I terrified or disgusted them to the point they gave me a "ten minute head start" while they turned their heads.
So, I've been restored to my state of freedom - so long as I never call the "fbi" and ask questions about cat behavior again. And, trust me - that's a mistake I'll never make again.
On other fronts, I wonder if the horror of the revelations about the shooter at VT will create a backlash on the acceptance of violence in our society? Will people be more willing to intervene with troubled youth? Will "jokes" about violence be so frowned upon that we finally restore some dignity to our interpersonal relationships? I hope so. That would be a nice out come to all the very very bad stuff.
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