Thall shall keep thy religion to thy selves.

So you BECOME 21, TURN 30, PUSH 40, REACH 50 and MAKE it to 60.

And off we go, out onto the highway looking for a little fun. Perhaps a flatbed truck loaded with human cadavers will explode in front of a Star Trek reunion. One can only dream and hope.

How can it be a spy satellite if they announce on television that it's a spy satellite?

O. J. Simpson has already received the ultimate punishment: For the rest of his life he has to associate with golfers.

Scratch any cynic and you will find a disappointed idealist.

They mention that it's a nonstop flight. Well, I must say I don't care for that sort of thing. Call me old fashioned, but I insist that my flight stop. Preferably at an airport.