Dramatic Monologue (crawling to Kampuchea?)

I offered to fill for a vacationing staffer and cover the Planning Board for the Old Colony last night - yikes: a 4 1/2 hour meeting, and at 11:30 the chairman started talking about the ramifications of possible changes in the Endangered Species act.. At that point I threw myself down on the floor and asked them to endanger my species. And yet - 'a devilishly simple principle of science had revealed itself to me and through my quivering quill I present it to you thus...(1)' - if it weren't for the Town Meeting form of government these people would have no place to go, and they'd wander the streets with placards predicting the end of the world. Honestly: while the rest of us are on Facebook, or viewing pornography (or watching television, which considering that every other show is a CSI-clone, is pornography) these smart people are debating the nuances of cluster zoning, looking at aerial topogprahical maps, and making sure that all of our catch basins have an equal opportunity to catch basins.. I was so tired when I got home last night that I couldnt write the news stories, so I had to get up at 5 a.m. to get them to the paper on time for the mid-week addition and, to be blunt, even with four hours of sleep I had a hard time expressing myself clearly.. Hey, waddaya want for $9 an hour. So this is in the way of an apology if it turns out I got the developers of that automotive center off Cherry Street mixed up with those irate homeowners on Brown Bear Circle, and reported that the Eastern Box Turtle received a permit to build a single family home on Crescent Street. As someone once said, it doesnt matter what they write as long as they spell my name right. Then again, if I can't spell my own name, what business do I have telling you what the Planning Board did last night?