So I’m in the suburbs of St. Looie today doing a town hall meeting with Rep. Todd Akin — fully subscribed with a crowd that was, ah, rather enthusiastic — when I have what may be the most fun experience in this whole strange anti-alarmism trip to date, as good as The Daily Show or even blogging on NRO.

After the event — in a scrum with those interested in hearing more on the subject — a woman hesitates then says, “Ah . . . I’m a science teacher . . . [pause].” Look to the nametag. Face. Name tag. “No, you were my science teacher!” — eighth grade, 32-ish years ago!

That’s what she thought, too, quite pleased with what I’m doing and apalled at science and educators having sold their souls for guaranteed billions each year (for now). So, she must remain nameless, of course, knowing how our friends work. But before Team Soros and other Planet Gore-monitors start shrieking that this just shows the product of youthful indoctrination, recall that she would have been far more likely to have been brainwashing me with the “consensus” regnant at the time — catastrophic man-made global cooling. She’s just an educator sick about what she’s witnessing.

Regardless, it was very cool, and worth getting up at five and heading home by midnight, as was the whole event. As much as I want to see an ugly defeat, a crash-and-burn that salts the political earth whence this monstrosity came, I increasingly think that the Senate are best served just not bringing up cap-and-trade. It looks decreasingly wise to test the loyalty (and career interest) of Sens. Bayh, Nelson, Lincoln, Landrieu — and, of course, McCaskill. That means BTU II, or that line in Animal House expressing the lack of foresight in having trusted one’s fraternity brothers with your brother’s Caddy.