It was a Battle of the Loons at 7th and Montana this morning as "The Philosopher King," a neighborhood newcomer, vied for the babbling rights in front of Our Favorite Starbucks with "Rigolatte," the man known for belting out Opera Tunes at the drop of a hat. The Philosopher King (pictured above) won hands down. He sat himself down at a table facing 7th Street, stared off into space, and kept repeating the same words over and over in a perfect monotone: "Boys ... Bunch of Funny Jokes ... Bea Arthur ... Her Majesty's Secret Service ... I'm a little off today ..." Rigolatte took one look at the competition, sang a few bars from Madame Butterfly and scampered down Montana Avenue with his tail between his legs. Only then did the Philosopher King seem to snap out of it. He looked me right in the eye and said, "My hygiene isn't what it used to be ...!"