I ran away from home once, ten years old. Stole twenty bucks to cover expenses until I could get a job. Took the train from Piscataway to Plainfield. Night time came, with it the cold, and the hole in my plan became clear.Back home, her husband asked, "Where's the money?"I had nothing to show for it, having blown it on food and foolishness.  I took from my pockets the few remaining coins, and a couple cones of incense. "What the hell is that?" he said."Incense."Looked at it, looked at me.  His arm drew back. "Incense? Boy, you got no sense."Bam! Boom!True story, that. I remembered it last night, as I watched the story of the Wayward Wisconsin Senators unfold.  I was just a dumb kid when I ran away, what's their excuse? I recalled the arrogant words of a petulant president, appalled that anyone would dare question his abomination of a health care plan. "The election is over, John."  You lost, deal with it.Does the...(Read Full Post)