I miss the old high school debate days, when me and my buddies would have heated debates, with some people trying to support positions they didn't even agree with, just for the sake of argument. Then we would all get together at our evening hangout ( an old railroad boxcar), where we would smoke a few and drink a few, and debate again, this time for real chips and no subject was taboo. That's what the Lyceum was to me when I was directed to it. I learned a lot here. From the little I know about the Monkeything, it has probably met one of the people I argued with, him being one of those Seatt