Because who cares about the future, when you can get internet traffic now?
My advice: Get some sleep. And when you wake up Sunday morning, go to Denny’s and have their Grand Slam breakfast while reading the local newspaper. Then go back home and drink a couple brews while watching a basketball game on TV. At that point, you can then safely log back onto the Internet and try to figure out what actually happened Saturday.
That may be what we have to do, since trustworthy information is not thick on the ground, here.
UPDATE 2: Apparently I was unclear. I didn’t call Stacy cynical. I said he was an . . . escort for hits.