Now you have the inevitable personal testimonies, anecdotes, pictures of puppies and Joe the Plumber. And any hope of a policy gets swamped in favor of understanding the plights of our friends. Thus, we continue to circle around in eddies (hah!) and lurch from one idea to another. Linked until eternity, I suppose, with our similarly geographically condemned neighbor to the north. Hey! We got 'em this year.