Two Fridays ago, I was strolling through the bowels of downtown Minneapolis when I wandered into the annual annoyance known as Holidazzle. Cartoonish roly-poly figures bedecked in chintzy lights roamed in small circles down Nicollet Avenue, terrifying helpless children who had been condemned to a barrage of joyous overstimulation by their doting parents. Me, I just wanted to get to the bank. And so, I muttered bitterly to my-self, "Where are the terrorists when... More >>>