I've been warned that it was going to happen and it finally did- I have that stupid Kelly Clarkson song going through my head.

Damn you, damn you all the hell.

The Socialists were out in force on 16th Street today handing out the latest issue of their paper, which they do every once in awhile. It's almost kind of cute in a way. Usually when you walk by, they ask if you want to buy the paper of sometimes they'll say "do you want to stop the war?" Naturally, I just walk on by and kind of ignore it. Yes, it's rude but when you get panhandled about ten times between the BART station and your apartment, you kind of just tune it out. Usually, they're cool about it and don't say anything back. Sometimes, howevery, they get snippy and there's nothing worse than the combination snippy and self-righteous. Hearing "thanks a lot for not giving me money" is one thing "what do you mean you don't want to stop the war?" is a whole other thing.

PS- I love the fact that in a lot of the obituariaries (and yes, I spelled it wrong) for Johnny Cochrane, there's usually a "Seinfeld" reference mentioned early on. Poor, poor Jackie Chiles......