SOTU

I know, why bother? We all know how empty and soul-crushing the next hour or so, but one must do it, because--well--because one is a masochist at home this evening. One would rather watch Law and Order but one can't. So as our National Embarrassment walks down the aisle I ready my keyboard, take a swig of Beajoulais and wonder why in the hell am still here doing this.