She's a fraud, actually. Are you saying Alan Keyes is also?
Amelia...Amelia.. the clouds are swirling, but I can only see ...twenty-four hours, ahead. Dang Wal-Mart crystal ball! I guess Saturday night is as far as we can go. Amelia...Amelia...cats. I'm seeing cats...one, incontinent. A bottle of wine...the phone's not ringing. It never rings, on Saturday night. That's sad. A DVD of Sleepless In Seattle, sheesh, hasn't that baby seen some use! You're...logging onto FR. All men must pay, for your humiliation! What..man, of principle....will you criticise, tonight? Keyes? Moore? McClintock? Ah, the clouds close in. Oh, well. Don't thank me, and no charge. The all-seeing eye of Byron the Great needs no plaudits, to work its magic.