If there is anyone who thinks there's still not enough Michael Jackson coverage it's South Carolina Governor Mark Sanford.Mrs. Sanford, perhaps?
I can understand the hysteria in southern California, where celebrity-worship is the predominant activity, but I was ill-prepared (though, on reflection, I should have known better) for the near-hysteria from the Chicago TV stations, all doing stand-ups live from nearby Gary, at the little house where Michael and all the other Jacksons were launched. Oh! the grieving fans! It's amazing how a fleet of TV trucks and lights will attract a crowd of mourners.
Isn't Congress busy passing some sort of energy tax?
Maybe, if I had a functioning brain cell left in my cranium, I'd probably be studying up on that... not that my opinion will matter one whit in the pre-determined outcome.
But today is Friday... the day on which the rest of the week has left me fried (that must be the origin of the name, right?) and the White Sox are playing the Cubs this afternoon in Round 2 of the annual Crosstown Classic. I've got to find me a way to get home early today....
Are people still getting themselves killed in the streets of Tehran, fighting for the freedom we so carelessly squander on trivial things?
Have a nice weekend.