Unscheduled Schism

There are two great warring parties. One is really pretty sweet jazz and the other is well... less than average. Of course the real question then comes ... well what kind of warring parties are you preferable to anyway? Burn and pillage? March and pillage? Chant and pillage? Rumble and pillage? Or are just plain pillagers your cup of joe?

...well as you ponder on that, add this to the soup... when is a shroom really a shroom? When it looks like one, or just when it smells like one? And in bringing that up let me tell you one thing. There are two bad times of the year. Every year. No more. No less. Remember though that however hard you try hide a mountain under a mound of dirt in an open field you'll still be able to find it with a gravimeter. Of this you can be sure. He's still there boys.