(The Swamp) - For the first time since Fall of last year, your humble editor does not feel doomed. After listening to the current occupant of the White House this afternoon, it has become painfully obvious that America is beginning to wake up to the fact that he is a consummate liar.

I say "consummate," because he delivers each prevarication with such confidence and authority that he seems to have a complete grasp of every fact. While you listen to him, it actually sounds as if he is really telling the truth. But after going over his words, line by line, one is astounded at the errors in facts and logic.

The biggest whopper that the Occupant told this afternoon was that there is nothing in the Dem Eurocare Health Bill (HR 3200) that establishes death advisors. Simply go to last Sunday's editorial and find the line number notation. Then, go to any of the online publications of the proposed legislation and you will see that, indeed, such exists. Not in name, of course - no politician would name it such, but it certainly provides for the mechanism to be used in exactly that way - someone to advise you about the cost savings and obligation of you ending your life.

It also says something about the man that he can fib on a dime.

Another obvious contusion, suffered by reality, was the obvious packing of the Denver "town hall" by the usual Dems. Yes, tickets were handed out, but no-one knows HOW. Denver has been, for several years, a Liberal stronghold. Of course there would be many, many more Progs than any other kind of politico present at such a meeting. Many Hollywood types have bought property there, and Colorado has been a deep purple state for some time. Denver used to be the dirtiest city in America. It does have a terrible occlusion caused by its position nestled in the mountains - flying into Denver, you can see a dark grey bubble over the city on most summer days. It stands to reason. All show/ No go.

But even with the packed house, there were several good questions which caused the Occupant to contradict himself twice in three sentences. Particularly about his vision of what the bill actually does. That stands to reason, too.

Anyway, your humble editor feels better, now.

This is the 40th Anniversary of Woodstock - or as the literate cognoscenti called it at the time - "Pig, slop, and Rock n Roll." It was, so they say, the end of the real sixties. Many of the hippies are now retiring Bank executives making money off us taxpayers.

I was busy that summer collecting my first job after college. No time to play. Did not go. I was a true believer of the first church of the Big Whitey - a large cheeseburger set about with flames that revealed itself at the top of a billboard in DC, where we had gone on our senior trip in 1962 to find the 'wonders of freedom' monuments. All of this helped me to understand hippies and their music. I also learned to love almost anything the Beatles had made - John's hallucinogenic lyrics and Paul's magnificent melodies, Ringo's fun tunes, and George's..