"I don't know what drove me on. The stronger that hellish odor, the more stubborn I became. When I reached the Capitol steps, Barney Frank came running out of the building. I grabbed him by the arm before he could get away, "What is it?" I yelled at him, frantic. "What the hell is that smell?"
He tore himself from my grasp and staggered down the stairs. "I couldn't take it anymore. I tried, I really tried," he hollered back, "Kucinich is the last Democrat who could take it, but he won't last long. Let me go! I have to go! I can't take it anymore!"
He lurched off down the street. I noticed the tears in his suit then, as if some clawed creature had ripped at him suddenly, four long tears down the back of his jacket.
I was scared, there's no doubt of that."
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Wednesday, March 23
A Must Must Read
G.D. Frogsdong wrote a most disturbing yet compelling piece today about the stench in DC. What a masterful writer he is. Here's a morsel: