Dearest Susan,
What are you eating? Not fiber again, I hope. Have you ever eaten spinach lasagna and fruit roll-ups for breakfast? I haven’t, but I have this friend, see….
You have a 24-piece Tupperware set? Is it worth big bucks? Please do share your thoughts on public art.
By the way, I think I know who the Anti-Christ is, but I can’t reveal his identity just yet. You remember that, a couple of weeks back, Jerry Falwell said the Anti-Christ is alive and ready to do all those evil deeds that the Anti-Christ is scheduled to do. Falwell said he didn’t know who he is, except that he’s a male and he’s a Jew. In this week’s Slate, Mr. Eschatology himself, Alex Heard, dissects the controversy, but he doesn’t tell us who the Anti-Christ is.
I need to do a little more shoe-leather reporting, but I think I’ll be able to give you a name by the end of the week. If you have any thoughts on who this might be, do let me know.
I read this morning in the Washington Post that Bill Bradley is referring to his campaign not as a campaign but as a “journey.” Get this guy a one-way bus ticket to the Grand Canyon already. I really don’t think the quest for the Presidency should be framed in the language of narcissistic self-fulfillment. Or am I just being pissy?
Have you ever gone on a “journey?” What did you pack?
I once went on a “journey” to Sierra Leone, but it’s too early in the morning to fill you in on the horrible details.
I haven’t said anything yet about the Senate (I for one was glad they shut the doors; less to watch) and I give you my solemn pledge that I won’t say anything about the Senate all day, even if the Anti-Christ suddenly engineers the President’s conviction. Will you join me in that pledge?
Eschatologically yours,
Jeff
P.S. I’m sorry to hear about Kim Delaney.
