2004 matured me in "one fell swoop" from deranged nerd to poised politico. The Public Library lions lean meekly on their paws, the spirit's menace, but not a doit against the grinding real-politick of Kerry's crash. "Let the repugnicans run things from here on in. The people'll be fed up by 2040 or so." So much for plots and plans. The streets were picked clean as a district attorney's grin. Sniggering drunk on cheap gin, I watch the awkward, waddling, ludicrous, heart-felt and foible-filled ANSWER's parade float down 5th avenue, the partisans a pastiche of president-haters and cranks.