Damn your hide Bhawks! I've had one terrible, miserable, lousy day and it just keeps on getting worser and worser. I've had my butt whacked at bridge, I've come within an inch of being nagged to death by my Dainty Darling Dove, and now after getting back on line just to read a few posts and relax from a very traumatic and trying day, I discover that a raging whacko liberal loon is calling me names. Just how much longer will the righteous suffer?