Evening Lizardim. So Batshit-cray-cray Bachmann is on her way out, and with the feds on her heels, to boot. I guess my wife must’ve used the birdshot to knock down that pig for the bacon in my dinner tonight. The wild north country is now a lighter, happier, and less loony place. Well, we have plenty of loons, but the feathery kind. How go things out there in lizardland?