At first, I thought I was having a nightmare......it was way past midnight and I was tired. I heard people talking about "poverty".... even the words "rural", "urban", "people of color".... was I back in the 1960's at another poverty pimp "meeting"? The jargon was the same: complicated, nuanced, sincere-sounding and shallow. The voices went on and on and on until I screamed out loud: "another "POVERTY PIMP" meeting I had to attend.....auggghhh!!!! My head was moving rapidly from side to side uncontrollably. I had to get out of there. I found myself standing in the middle of the floor trembling. But then , slowly I realized that I was not in room 221 at the end of the hall--it was only KZbin!!