My Spooky Republican Hell Dream
To: Abbottsville Fourth Ward From: Donna Banta Subject: A nightmare come true Yesterday afternoon I was at home minding my own business when my cell phone erupted with incoming texts and Facebook notifications. Seems some fiendish character hacked into my account and started sending bogus messages to my friends about a chance to win a free iPad. As I logged into my Facebook and stared lamely at the long list of spam sent by "me," my friend Donavan called: Donavan: "Donna, you've been hacked." Me: "I know! How can I go back and delete the messages?!!" Donavan: (patiently)"You can't go back and delete them. Just change your password and post that you were hacked." For a moment I was paralyzed by mortification. Sort of like in that scene where Uncle Billy screws up the bank deposit for the building and loan and George Bailey grabs him by the lapels and screams, "Where's that money you silly stupid old fool?" But rather than dri...