Somewhere along the line we all lost it.

I'm not sure when it was, but the evidence is overwhelming now. It just keeps piling up. And, because it's happened to all of us, everyone is blindly turning their eyes from it.

We're all freakin' loonies. Which, of course, makes us all sane. If everyone is crazy, there's no barometer for non-crazy, except that crazy is the new not crazy. And so here we are.

I couldn't get through much of the talking heads this morning. I heard a Republican governor make two pronouncements about his platform for a possible 2012 run: No Miranda rights for terrorists and cutting government spending (but not entitlements or defense, which is pretty much where most of the spending comes from).

No Miranda rights? Are you out of your mind? Everyone arrested in this country is read their Miranda rights. And there's a reason. We have laws and rights in this country. You break the law, but you still have rights. So now the cops are NOT supposed to read rights to people they have, on the spot, decided are terrorists?

Guess what, we're all gonna be terrorists tomorrow. Every traffic stop. Every arrest. We will be treated as terrorists. Because then we have no rights, and the cops can do what they want with us.

And then a commercial came on telling me that we can fix the environment by doing nothing at all. Because, y'know, everything gets fixed by sitting our fat asses.

We've all lost our nobbers.

An actual terrorist (home grown, American and everything patriotic) flew a plane into an IRS office building in Austin, Texas. Because he was so mad about paying taxes. Apparently some of his deductions were being questioned. Maybe that the plane he was flying was for business use only?

But wait, this guy isn't a terrorist (so the completely sane talking heads tell us). He's just stating his case with violence. And now I wonder where I'm supposed to send my taxes, because I think that building is where my tax return is supposed to end up.

Out of our freakin' heads.

For the last few weeks we in Albuquerque have been following the strange saga of one Ellen Snyder.

When the story first broke, it wasn't centered on her at all. The cops were breaking through the cement garage floor of a house out in the expensive boonies of town. They'd gotten a tip that a body had been buried in the land under the garage. The garage had been built over where the body was a few years after it was buried. And then it turned out that the police had gotten the spot wrong. They didn't have to break through the garage floor because the body was a few feet away from the garage. Many feet down they found the body of a man who'd been missing since January 2002.

Ellen Snyder's husband. She shot him eight times and then got her son, (step son to the dead man) who was 17 at the time, to help her dispose of the body. Eight years later, one of the son's friends called the cops, and the son confessed and revealed the position of the body. These facts, by the way, are not disputed by Ellen Snyder.

The garage had been built by later owners. Snyder sold the house after getting a divorce from the man she'd killed. And inheriting all of his assets. Still, she was heavily in debt. Which might have been why (if there's a reasonable excuse for shooting your husband eight times, hiring a back hoe, and burying his body under many feet of earth) she did the deed.

Her lawyer says she killed her husband because he abused her. But four years after his death, she filed a tax return for him and used the refund to pay a car payment. There's more to the story, I'd bet. We might hear it. Might as well as defend yourself by saying, "money changes everything."

A few years ago that same house was rented out for actor Christian Bale while he filmed Terminator Salvation here in Albuquerque. One day on the set he went out of his mind because a DP walked through his sight line while they were filming. One wonders if Bale can sue Snyder for emotional distress.

Mama mama mama weer all crazee now!

Matt Worley has moments of sanity when he can see clearly through the looking glass‹but that's when he appears crazy to the rest of us.