Sunday, April 04, 2004

I'm afraid it has to be this way, Mr. Bond.

Gregory Harris is one of the finer people I've encountered since I emigrated into Blogistan. He's of the same political stripe as myself, and he and I share a lot of cultural tastes. Plus, he's an all-around good guy.

Which makes it all that more of a shame that, after looking out my window this morning to see three inches of fresh snow and then reading this post of his, I'm going to have to kill him.

(Well, OK, he earns a reprieve by linking this, just one post down from the offending entry. I'll allow him to live after all. But I may still dispatch a thousand seagulls to cover his car in bird-poo.)

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