Oh, swell. Insurrections to foment, honey mead to bottle, capitalism to overthrow, the lemon basil needs to be repotted, decent God-fearing people everywhere to be lulled and set on the path to perdition…and Stageleft goes fishing.

Just for that I’m gonna take the afternoon off and treat the Albanians to a Potemkin film festival.

I hope you… Nope. I have never gone fishing. The only thing I know about it comes from the Simpson’s in rerun. So I hope you enjoyed whatever is best to enjoy in the experience and come home with whatever experience or booty you were seeking. There.