even if there’s just a hint of truth in it, & there is probably a hint of truth in it, …well, it’s a freaking bummer.  The older I get, the more I understand the outrage that went into the dedication on TRIAGE…and the subsequent mellowing that has eventually overtaken it’s author.  No matter how much hope or disdain you harbor; no matter how you splash the pot; no matter who’s holding pocket aces or bluffing with an unrealized suited ace & king; no matter who folds, calls, busts, or ultimately take’s it down; no matter just how insane the scepter (the pit boss, the man with the gat & discrete comm. device, the eye in the sky) has always been:  We all, around this oval-shaped felt table, just pull ourselves up by our clichéd bootstraps and...follow the money.