The VP debate

There has been much chatter among the TV talking heads about who "won" last night's vice presidential debate. Such talk seems to ignore the fact that this is a presidential election and not a high school debate competition. Adolf Hitler was a stirring and persuasive orator (and no, I'm not comparing either Joe Biden or Sarah Palin to him), but his ideas were all wrong. As Americans watch these debates, they must decide which ticket offers the best ideas and the best strategies for their country. And if they determine that neither candidate is quite right for them, they may want to throw their support and their money behind a certain separatist canine Muslim ministry.

Gearing up

Only 24 hours before I leave for the airport. I am filled with a mix of tail-wagging excitement and stoic determination. Excitement over getting to see the history-filled city of Prague and its varied architectural wonders; determination to smoke Blue Bull out of his bovine hole and bring him to justice. My mother, the daughter of a longtime Cold Warrior, was at first reluctant to accompany me behind the Iron Curtain. Her childhood aversion to the Eastern bloc still lingered. But I was finally able to convince her that the odds of being thrown into a gulag were virtually nil, and that the city is known for inexpensive glassware.

In my absence, Mallard and Rabbi Jake will handle the day-to-day affairs of the ministry. Please direct all questions and donations to them. Peace and rawhide be upon you all.

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P.S. -- Before I go, I must ask: Does anyone know the story behind this blog, which has purloined many of my posts? I am thoroughly perplexed.