Now if I only had the cleft chin . . .

If you'll forgive a moment of both politics and drama, I'd like to say this for someone whom I admire and who recently faced some seriously ugly human behavior. Her honesty (and occasional pottymouth) threw the professionally self-righteous class into a case of the vapors, and she has resigned from a fantastic job due to their well-rehearsed histrionics (and worse).



Today, I'm Spartacus. Better yet, just for Donohue, I'm Pedro Cerrano: "Bring that shit to me."