WHY DID ROVE STOP AT PLAME?
Well, I’m back. The last time I wrote a column for my nutjob whacko neighbor Rick, a few of my friends found out about it and my anarchist cell put me on trial for consorting with the enemy. First, I didn’t know anarchists had trials what with them being against any sort of governmental institutions. Second, the punishment was, I thought, a little radical. Being forced to stand in front of a bunch of my friends and strip myself of all right wing influences by taking off my clothes and reading Noam Chomsky I thought went a little too far. Anyway, Chloe and I decided that for the time being, I should cool it with the writing gig at the House. Instead, we concentrated on our studies and I’m proud to say, I now have a BA degree to my name. I’m not sure how my Anti-American Studies major is going to help me get a job but I’m not worrying about that right now. Chloe and I are off to the Amazon rain forest in a couple of weeks to study the rape of the environment and exploitation of indigenou
