Let them eat cake

Well, the fucking election threw me into a two-week bender. I woke up this morning amidst a pile of pizza boxes, empty Doctor bottles, and about 36 cases of empties. Also, apparently I cut out Bush's head from a Time magazine and pasted it over my tasteful nude painting's head and threw darts and semen at it repeatedly. But enough about me - this is not the Confessional, after all.

I am pointing you to a very good essay called Urban Archipelago. I think you'll find it very informative. As much as it pains an adopted Iowan to say it, "Fuck the Heartland."