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   Tuesday, August 24, 2004

SCREAMING

I suppose I should be caring more about the Olympics and Canada's dismal showing (the athletes, media, government and public rightly blame the athletes, media, government and public) but I'm grief-stricken over 'The Scream.'

The bastards stole it. Right out of the museum in the daytime. And this is the second time it's been stolen, following an unsuccessful fence ten years ago. It's like reading about a missing child -- you just feel so helpless.

Where's our real-world Indiana Jones? We need someone to grab the new 'owner' by the collar and snarl, "It belongs in a museum!"