Got a big fish to start off the Hillbilly Jihad with: one Mr. Scott Adams, author of Dilbert.

I suppose he thinks this caricature of our people is funny:

But one of our (unfortunately rather sour, humorless) operatives set him straight:

Your cartoon “killed” an inebriated hillbilly. He was lying on a log with a jug at his side (probably moonshine?) and wearing bib overalls. He was booted off the log into a chasm and a certain fate. Now, let me ask you a question. Would you have drawn that cartoon of a drunk Irishman, a Jew, a black person, an Hispanic person?

It's not quite the beheading I was hoping for, but, you know, baby steps.

The little lady and I were in the Cologne-Düsseldorf-Neuss metroplex this week, where the annual pilgrimage Karneval was in full swing. It's a solemn time for Christians in Northern Germany, as they contemplate the coming Ash Wednesday, and the 40 days of Lent, costuming themselves in the symbols of their faith: The Angel, The Devil, and the Slutty Fishnet-Wearing Nurse.

In Cologne, one of Chrisitanity's holiest cities, the final resting place of the three wise men, the people are so drunk and rowdy during Karneval, that the police just sort of mill around, watching the show in groups of five or more. It's the epicenter of stupidity in the world until Tuesday, when it moves to New Orleans for Mardi Gras.