Bookstore on 12th has a bunch of posters outlining the awesomeness of FairTax.  Neal Boortz is scum, I’ve listened to his program a bunch, and this tax won’t work, because it hurts corporations too much.  And of course, with their spending caps increased, they have now pushed their corporate dick past its regulated two inches and are now pube deep in our assholes.  Picked up the first two volumes of the Historical Illuminatus Chronicles. Assassinations in 18th century Naples + the history of Freemasonry + Dr. Frankenstein + Cassanova + copius descriptions of main character’s semen = a rockin read. Something to balance the Kant and Thoreau and Swift. BTW, in Gulliver’s Travels, when Gulliver gets to Lilliput, the little people take inventory of all the shit in his pockets. It’s supposed to be funny cause they don’t know what a watch is, think it’s his god. Then they make this rule that he can’t come to their town without two hours notice. WTF is an hour, little people?