I'm at a men's retreat with some guys from my dad's church and some other charismatic-leaning churches from Michigan. I didn't bring my laptop, but the 4-H conference center that we're at has a computer near the cafeteria, so I'm getting some blogging in before dinner.
The Florida Supremes are starting to redeem themselves; they overruled a lower court decision and allowed Nader on the ballot.
Paul Crotch may be in trouble, but the 700 Club is going strong, growing 50% today. The scare thought is that Bonds is now only 14 behind Babe Ruth for second, and its hard to picture him as a better player. However, he's batting .375 with an ungodly number of walks, all at age 40.
It's hard to disprove the existence of a secret plan. If you say you don't have one, the accuser will say, "Of course you're going to say that; otherwise, it wouldn't be secret." This old saying comes to mind-If you can't dazzle them with brilliance, baffle them with BS.
Here's a candidate for the next Rush parody song-Secret Memo Man. Or you could use an R&B oldie with a minor change to the title-Sixty Minutes Man.
[Update 9/28-I owe Kerry an apology-an AP writer put the 'secret plan' words in his mouth; she used the same MO yesterday]
I had "R&D oldie" at first-would that some GE or Dow Chemical jingle?