Finding wireless in 16th century Rome is a drag, and I've been busy seeing the sights between fights with Borgias. My new friend Niccolo Machiavelli makes an excellent tour guide, but who has time to blog when rooftop archers left and right are giving you the shaft. One has to have priorities. Ah, but it's worth it, every scrape and puncture wound, and a snort off the old medicine flask makes me right as rain again. Now, if only I can track down the new pope, we have some policy issues to review; the last one was corrupt and... let's just say it didn't end well for him. Not that I had anything to do with it. I was nowhere near the Vatican that night.