Whistling in the Dark

A lot of people I know are crying, or gnawing at their fingernails, or drinking heavily. But I’m laughing. Laughing at Rumsfeld and thinking, maybe he should get a sitcom like Seinfeld. I’m laughing at the fact that there’s an Autobot in the Army. In other words, I’m as terrified as everyone else, and dealing with it by making really ugly jokes.