Wailing Into The Void

What I like about Fred Thompson: The man is living proof that you can be lazy and still go far.  He gives shiftless slobs like myself hope.

What I don’t like about Fred Thompson: Where do I begin?  How about with this?

In the unlikely event that I should ever have a son, I would like that son to be named A-Rod.  A-Rod Morgan.  Or maybe A. Rod Morgan, to give it a little more of a waspish, aristocratic air.  The A will stand for A-Rod, of course.