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Man, I'm glad it's snowing somewhere. It's January, fer cryin' out loud. It ought to be snowing. But here in Philly it's just this dreary mizzly drizzle.

I hope it rains on Bush's parade. Raining fire from heaven would be a little bit much to ask for, though it there were any justice...

Oh, and vote for farmer for best writer. Or Pete the Deer becomes, shall we say, a piece de resistance...