Nader or Cobb, wonders Editor B. He is on his way to the Green convention. Appears he deems Ralph undesirable, for reasons of the man’s poor tactical sense.

Ed. Beta threatens to blog the convention. I’m thinking, from up in my tower of dark terror, I will direct a warming beam of sun-lamp-like vigilance in his direction. Fellow perspicatores are invited. B. has a fine track record and if history serves as a guide he will be videotaping every gol-darned secont.