We had the "freedom fries" discussion at home last night, but I couldn't face it, and walked away. This morning, Bob said, "Oh, you're wearing barrettes! Oh, wait. Barrettes is a French word. We'll have to say clips! You're wearing clips!" The sad part was that I think he was serious.

We have French doors in this house. We do not have Freedom doors. I do not put Freedom’s Mustard on my hot dogs. I do not want my legislators to rewrite the scripts of “Family Affair” so Sebastian Cabot’s butler character is named “Mr. Freedom.” What am I supposed to call my niece - someone who has dual American-Freedom citizenship? You like the sound of that distinction?

I wonder if French's is worried? I wonder if their market share has been affected.

and further to my comment yesterday about the dearth of original ideas:

Give the computer aces another decade, and they’ll give us Casablanca 2: Everyone Still Comes To Rick’s.

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