The Neurophile Enters the Political Fray

For a long time, your author--the Neurophile--had assumed that insofar as some part of his brain--whichever piece of neuroanatomy is responsible for hoping the Democrats take the Senate (probably the extended amygdala)--cared about the Virginia Senatorial race, he was willing to vaguely offer his support--albeit primarily in the form of good-feeling-warmness-waves--to Jim Webb, if only because he isn't a racist son of a bitch, unlike his opponent George Allen.

(Links not provided--people completely out of touch with the world of American politics will just have to use Google or ask nicely for a brief list).

He held this stance even knowing of his history as a Reagan appointee, longtime Republican, and hater-of-Vietnam-War-haters.

However, it has been brought to his attention by Mr. Webb's wikipedia entry that he played a key role in the writing of Rules of Engagement; one of the worst, tritest, most confusing, poorly assembled and nonsensical films that the Neurophile has had the unique displeasure of viewing. In the theater, no less. As a result, I am forced to rescind our tacit unconscious endorsement of Jim Webb. Lacking a candidate I can viably pretend to support (I mean, you could go third party but why throw your vote away?), I will instead suggest that the honorable state of Virginia respectfully secede from the Union before embarking on the large-scale construction project of digging Panama-Canal-like furrows into the ground and heading out for the high seas. Preferable while taking the utmost care to prevent the wholesale destruction of DC and Maryland. Well... at least Maryland.