It's been a very hard week or more on the Fray, but I'm hanging in there. First there was the banning for going all Deadwood on the new moderator, then that out-of-body experience of attending my own wake, then the only post I ever had from TheBell came at a time when he thought I was banished to Elba forevermore, then all the mean and hurtful things Jack and Ellen and Tempo and Woolley and LeftistMarixist and LAM said about me over and over again, both here and in their private encyclicals, then today [horror of horrors] this constant stream of invective from the Insane Clown Posse and, to top it all off, Field Marshal Fritz left me out of his lovely "clicque" top-post, which now makes me think I'm expelled from the cabal for good. What I need is some soothing nature sounds, maybe some Deuter Cicada. O woe is me.