Well, at least I had my say.

Does anyone else's really matter when you can read such poetry as mine, for instance, along with all our merry Mudcatpersons, who also contribute a little bit themselves.

I think our eyes should be open, and our hearts should be warm, and we should all sit here and graciously, lovingly, and with greastest respect (just to avoid any possible misunderstanding, you understand), gleefully look forward to the New Millenium with peace in our hearts, love in our breasts, and a plentiful supply of red herrings.

Can anyone explain to me why this phenomenon is?

Any takers?