Jesus Chrysler Drives A Dodge

I'm madder than a vegan fuming over the Sarah Palin-endorsed systematic slaughter of wolves in Alaska. Two of my old-school punk buddies stood me up for a trip to Cle. They were supposed to come to see From The Jam, featuring two of the three members of the legendary British mod-punk band who aren't millionaire socialists. There were some reasons I could understand, even if one of the guys actually thought he could sneak away from his 16th wedding anniversary to a rock show 178 miles away. When one guy crumbled to maintain marital bliss, my other bud looked at his checkbook and told me he couldn't afford to fill up the car without help from our other friend. Apparently, it costs $50 to fill up the tank of a Cavalier in these unregulated economic times.

Well, I think I'm going to stay at home that night; it just wouldn't seem right going without having my longtime punk-rock foxhole buddies with me. It is my great hope that oil companies' record profits don't impede anything you want to do with your lives.

Okay, AP's individual financial advisor just arrived and I'm going to have to pick out the refrigerator box I'll be living in when 2030 rolls around. I'll get back to you in a bit, swear.....