We all carry in us the best and worst of the human race. It's all in there, in the goop, in the genetic material, like a can of condensed chicken gumbo before you add the water. Different chunks come to the surface at different times, and how dare we look upon the surface of our soup and make judgments. My favorite new word of the year is "stinkeye". It's a good crunchy word that fills a specific need perfectly. This is the total extent of my thinking for the afternoon.