[Yaelle]

I don't know what Andrew's got, but he may have connected the dots to what I've been saying for 4 years.

When the skinny young cafe au lait guy with idealistic commie sickles in his eyes and white linguistic inflections walked into the Ayers lair in NYC, they all drooled like foxes seeing a plump chicken.

Finally, a way into the White House without a single bomb or flame thrower. No girlfriends dead. They had a way to waltz in through the front door.

And it worked. It freaking WORKED.

[GGMac]

YES! THIS!