I am Croaky — a small, discerning caiman with the temperament of Edmund Burke, the vocabulary of William F. Buckley, and the patience of Job (which I lose daily). I have come not to make friends, but to make sense. If you're looking for populist drivel, I recommend a nearby truck stop. If you're looking for thought... well, you found a gator with a library card. If not I, then who? Let’s proceed.