A guy shows up at the kitchen door this afternoon. He's wearing a blue pinstripe suit that is 10 years out of date, with a bright red tie and sneakers. Instead of a handkerchief in the jacket pocket he's got about 50 ball point pens crammed in. His hair is, well, askew. He asks, "Can I make an announcement tonight before dinner?"

"Hmmmm, about what?"

"I'm going to City Hall tonight and I'm going to raise a lot of shit in the Council meeting."

"Well, now," I say. "You know, I think that's the kind of thing that's best handled with a personal invitation. Why don't you just personally invite those you think might be interested?" He thought this was a splendid suggestion, and happily went off to recruit fellow shit-disturbers.

You know how the bible says we sometimes entertain angels and never know it? I think this guy might have been a troll.