Some jerk infected the Internet with an outright lie. It shows how easy it is to do and how credulous people are.

To whom it may concern: It is springtime. It is late afternoon.

Call me Jonah. My parents did, or nearly did. They called me John.

Among the things Billy Pilgrim could not change were the past, the present, and the future.

The only proof he needed for the existance of God was music.

The umpire had comical news. The congregation had been theoretically spotted from the air by a theoretical enemy. They were all theoretically dead now. The theoretical corpses laughed and ate a hearty noontime meal.

Well, we are terribly divided politically, yes, and, you know, I don't mean to intimidate you and your listeners but I have a master's degree in anthropology from the University of Chicago.