Outside my window, snow swirlsin torrents of thick, bulbous flakes,as if the world were a glass globeshaking in the fist of a petulant god. Somewhere, federal agentskick in a door, children screaming,parents weeping, corralled intounmarked vans to be disappeared. Somewhere, a slick-suited manwhose primary qualifications consistof wealth and willingness to kiss the ringseethes and oozes…