To Hunter S. Thompson, Cindy Sheehan & Terri Schiavo, Our Reigning Media Saints: But Where's Natalee?

Where is she indeed.

I must confess that before Nostradamus revealed "Dutch Paradise", the story of Natalee Holloway was but a remote constellation in my hypothalamus (it's a bit down the page, which is really quite informative on the whole, so I suggest you read the whole thing!), which, according to some authorities, "controls temperature". I attribute my current raging fever to Nostradamus and that ethereal song.

I'm really quite sick. It's got me thinking about something regarding the right to die.

I am a stalwart.