Have to remember that I ain't no oracle, either. Just like those people 6 miles up in the sky: when one goes all TeaParty-asinine (all training-to-date dismissed from jelloware) ... the people around have to improvise. If they *can* see a crack in an actor who seems ..merely normal.

So a few days ago, one deadly-actor still passed the sniff-test. And everyone died. Sounds like, in Ferguson, keep that sniffer pointed into the local scents, eh? (Loonies may lurk in my bucolic environs too, but thus far they seem genteeel ..all pretending to be Gentry..)

Break a leg, (It's All show bizness now)