On my way here (the main library) this evening, cutting through the corner of the Iolani Palace grounds, I was hailed by Melchior (my "Shamaan"), who fed me sweet rolls and cherry-Pepsies, and told me of his plans to pray sincerely for George Bush, until God, seeing the hardness of his heart, destroys him. And then as I said, "Well, what you call praying for people I think I call believing that the naked truth about them will come out," I saw Rembo coming down the walk from the other direction. Rembo was full of bitter truth about the farting, smirking moron-in-chief, and concluded, "Those American soldiers who've died in Iraq have only been helping Bush and friends to murder Iraqi civilians and steal their oil." And when I turned around, Melchior had vanished. What scares me almost is that all my friends agree with me.