I get the distinct feeling that Hanahan is sitting in the bleachers at a Cubs spring training workout, monitoring the outpouring of support via his battered old 2004 Palm Pilot (no iPhone for this brooding conservative SOB) and watching airplanes fly by with "Free Hanahan" banners in tow, while vendors dispense beer in cups emblazoned with photos of Sam Elliott and "Don't Censor Him".  "Pray for Han" will likely be the topic of sermons around the country this Sunday, and I'm sure he's borrowed his best friend's Dad's '07 Passat (a significant step up for Han).

Much as with Jennifer Grey's character in a classic old comedy which foreshadowed the goings-on here in Foxland, I've lost my patience with this campaign - disgusted that Hanahan can get so much attention while barely lifting a finger to manipulate so many to do his bidding for him.  Much as I despise over-zealous blog police (the comparison to Principal Ed Rooney is inescapable), I am growing to appreciate the value they have in keeping this out-of-control ego from ruining this website.

No, count me out of this lemming plunge.  Hanahan is sipping peach blow fizzes at his dad's club while Lori, BNut, and Moseby do all the hard work for him, distributing e-mails, blog posts, flyers, free t-shirts, public television appeals, etc. trying to heap more attention onto this narcissistic flippity-flop.

YOU DISGUST ME.  (Ferris/Han - setting aside our professional differences, would you mind posting a scantily clad photo of Jennifer Grey in your next blog?)