Wow! You guys know your good book! My education was at a small college in the uppermidwest US where everyone knew everyone and the bodies were surprisingly easy to hide. I studied Social Science with a lot of history and economics. Was always interested in the great dictators and despots, and with my new Ingored-at-the-prom powers, I should be able to out-mayhem those amatures. Not yet used to the fellow following me everywhere with the suitcase handcuffed to his wrist with the launch codes though.

Maybe you more spiritual types can help interpret a dream I had.

I went to our pasture to shoot gophers with my .458 magnum (I detest leaving cripples) and there were no gophers but 12 lemmings, 6 fat ones, 6 thin ones, and my rifle holds 6 rounds. The thin lemmings ate the fat ones before I could shoot. I was about to vaporize the first remaining lemming with 500 grains of rude surprise when a huge brown bear galloped into the pasture and swatted down the lemmings and began to devour them, cr@pping out a gold bar with every lemming devoured. I had not fired a shot.

Any insight? Is this a sign to put any dry powder to good use, or just to keep watching where I walk in the pasture (always good advice)?

Spiritually and financially yours,

Ganalane, President (though I prefer "Supreme Benevolent Dictator").