Iowahawk pens a simple ode to all the Bill Ayers laboring away at their dreams. A taste:

I AM BILL. I love the Cubs. There’s nothing I enjoy more than sitting in the grandstands of Wrigley Field sipping a cold one, dreaming of the day when my beloved Chicago People’s Cubbies bring home the Castro trophy at the World Series of Socialist Peace and Beisbol. And, after the Yanquis are executed during 7th inning stretch, there will be free nationalized People’s Budweiser for everybody. As we Cub fans say, “wait ’til next year!”