Sarah's little Facebooky thing is a major cleaning up of the near panic attack version she gave on Friday afternoon. The video of that is very disturbing viewing, I think. 18 minutes of incoherent freak-out. She looked very much like someone who was told someone's got the goods on her.

I'd like to say that playing the victim so much and having a Twitter account will not lead a person anywhere but exactly where but where it leads 99% of the internet obsessed twits of the world--that is, nowhere. But I know better. I know that barring the scandal I hope and pray (as an atheist--so I have to pray harder) is coming this week that baby America with all of its ability to avoid the truth of the matter wherever possible could elect this know nothing mean-spirited fecacious gal to the Presidency.

3:55 in the a.m. is when the birds first start up for the day here. Time to try to get back to bed and attempt sleep. It didn't take earlier. The birds so nice, though. I like how a few of them comment and by 5:00 or so it'll be like Parliament out there.