John Walton - aka 'Son of Sam' dies when his experimental plane crashes in Wyoming. I have to question the sanity of somebody who flies an experimental plane in the Grand Tetons. In fact I'd like to nominate him for a Darwin Award. The rockies are notorious for squalls and littered with the wreckage of things that once flew. Need some Cessna parts? How about WWII planes? You can't hike in those mountains without running into a place where somebody went 'splat'. John Walton. Billionaire. Splat.

Bush has a press conference. He's plummeting in the polls. Support for the war is plummeting also. He goes on TV to remind us that we're fighting to preserve freedom. Yawn. If he wants to improve his ratings - if he wants to energize us in support of this nasty war, he went about it all wrong. Why are we fighting? Not to be a beacon of liberty. Gag. Not to find those weapons of mass destruction. Not to take the oil. Whatever. We've heard it all. What we haven't heard is that we're fighting so that we can hang Osama from the Empire State building by his entrails. We're fighting so we can cut off Zarqawi's head live on CNN. If you want to energize people for war, you really have to get personal.