DEM 1

The author took up pen and paper and addressed his wits. "OK gang, idea time. Write a Deus Ex Machina."

"How about this: A shack in the woods with a satellite dish, an old out house, a CB antennae, six hound dogs lounging, a scarecrow, tractor, chromed country Cadillac and living inside, a bachelor in a camouflage jockstrap and a web cam is making boutique internet porn to the quaint rhythms of by night and advertising copy by day," the ID raised its hat.

"No, too needy, too spit-and-polish, too