One of the depressing — I am not being facetious, it really does depress me

– features of the past couple of days has been watching the talking-heads

left-right programs on the telly and wishing I could cheer on the righty –

the side of any argument I would instinctively support — but not being able

to.

Watching Hannity & Colmes Tuesday night I found myself nursing a devout hope

that if I ever enter a persistent vegetative state, Sean Hannity is nowhere

in the neighborhood.