This morning I was just moping about the cold, and also wondering how America ever got to the position where we had to choose between George Bush and, ick, John Kerry, and whoever wins we lose. I've been souring on Bush after his Tim Russert interview, where he really came off like a frickin' weasel. It's time to move to Port Watson, my friends.

But the Lord took pity upon my misery, yay, and did send this missive to my mailbox:

BEER FLAVORED ICE CREAM!

and suddenly my faith in humanity and capitalism, or at least the British version thereof, was restored.