Here is the latest blast of Hot Air from DUmmie Temporary SockPu...uh, I mean Pied Piper Pitt. This bloated heat wave emanating from his mouth is pretty much his standard Apocalyptic routine mixed in with a strange feeling of a Swan Song. It is almost as if Pitt is bidding farewell in his current incarnation before Dark Forces conspire to prevent him from fulfilling his "destiny." It is the dark foreboding tone of Pitt's latest overblown treatise that ends up saying really NOTHING that distinguishes this missive from his usual bilge. Is Pitt, perhaps, planning on a trip for...