Today's moment of Illumination brought to you courtesy this fine establishment, located a mere stone's throw from the nation's capital.
(It's like they're not even bothering to hide it any more, you know? I thought half the point of being a Secret Master was being, well, secret.)
The world just gets goddamn weirder every day.
UPDATE: More Saint Germainia cropped up the other day on Snarkout, who links to the same page on Count Welldone as your humble author (not that it's the first thing to come up on a Google search or anything). Weirdness abounds.