I'm short on time, and I'm sick to death of the Tea Party. Ted Cruz bears an uncanny resemblance to Tail-Gunner Joe. And just yesterday my broker and I (yes, I have a broker. He's trying to make my pittance stretch enough to keep me off dog food in my old age.) had a conversation about knowing when to hold 'em, when to fold 'em if the world economy goes nova on October 17. So let me take a moment to thank Gail Collins for her column today.

Gail said it all for me in words more pithy and to the point than anything I can conjure at the moment. Her list of casualties alone breaks my heart. Besides, I suspect she has a wider readership. Take it away, Gail!