My state, Virginia, is doing pretty well in the great grand scheme of things. Sure, we're only in second place in importing trash and in killing convicts. Several states are outpacing us in both incarceration rates and growth of sprawl. But we're cutting down forests, defunding education, and selling cigarettes as fast as anybody in the area, and we can stand proud as Virginians with the knowledge that our Commonwealth is the home not only of Oliver North, Ken Starr, Pat Robertson, Jerry Falwell, John Whitehead, Lorena Bobbitt, and an all-star cast from that classic Washington production "Watergate," but also of the honorable Governor Gilmore, the man who has said so eloquently that we kill in order to demonstrate the value we place on life, a man who has dedicated himself to a courageless defense of our eternal natural right to mess around with machines that send little hunks of metal screaming through the air fast enough to take part of a person's brain along. Most of all we can stand firm and dignified as mules in the knowledge that this is a Right to Work state.