In response to "lurkerdom" present or in the future, before any other
sleepy-eyed Fafnirs stick the head out of their lairs breathing the fires of
exegesis permit me to wield my pen in self-defense, parry my parody, and
deprecate my doggerel.
The land's at its spring
And day's at the mourn;
No one's a novice;
This List's no fun;
The flag's on its wing;
The snailmail's got porn;
Greenspan's in office
Tennyson, anyone?
CDM