Bruce Willis as J. R. Ewing in the big screen version of Dallas? Interesting idea, but I'd choose an actor who can do smarmy better. Say, John Travolta.

In any case, J. R. was Hollywood's version of what a Texas oil billionaire is like. The problem, of course, is that anyone so obviously crooked and ruthless as J. R. would not last a week in the oil industry. No one in their right mind would do business with him.

The best GDP growth since Reagan would seem to be cause for celebration.And it is, except at the Democratic National Committee.

The burning of Southern California seems to be the direct result of madcap environmental policies.

Rand Simberg seems to be as pleased at some at the testimony before McCain's committee as was your humble servant. I'm not sure what is meant by a "socialist" space program as opposed to a "free enterprise" space program and the difference between them. Perhaps we'll hear about that anon.

All right, you little brats, put that book away and get back to your TV and video games. You want to make yourself sick?

The British Tories have once again done what only they can do best, which is to knife their leader in the back and depose him. I would say it's time to bring Maggie back, except I think that the situation calls for a Francis Urguhart.

Senator Zell Miller (D) Georgia, no metrosexual he, has endorsed George W. Bush for President.

Howard Dean expresses confusion about his own sexual and cultural identity.

Leonard David has some more thoughts about the implications of going beyond LEO.

Oh, and he reminds us all, Robert Park will not be happy either.

If all of this develops, then this December, President Bush will say, "We will return to the Moon..."

Despite the fact that the effort will be primarily for technology development, I predict that there will be opposition from two camps. First, the far left because (a) the money should be spent on social programs and (b) George Bush will have proposed it and Bush is the Devil. Second, the libertarian "No!" crowd because, despite the fact they pay lip service to NASA doing technology development, they will oppose any kind of field testing of that technology for reasons I cannot begin to comprehend.

Bob Zubrin will also be unhappy because there won't be a sudden lunge to Mars.

Dr. Michael Baden, the famous forensic pathologist, suggests that Terri Schiavo did not suffer a heart attack, but was rather rendered brain damaged by some kind of head trauma. Schiavo os the center of a "right to die" controversy in Florida.

Shenzhou 6 may carry three men for an entire week.

Looks like Congress is starting to get antsy about the Orbital Space Plane. As well it should.

Ed Morrow wishes someone would make a movie about President Reagan that actually adhered to historical accuracy.

Looks like Ben Affleck is still going to be Jack Ryan in the movie version of Red Rabbit. Now let's see how the producers and writers comspire to ruin this one, just as they did Sum of All Fears.

HBO and the BBC have greenlit a 12 part series set during the civil war between Caesar and Pompey and its aftermath.

The way in which biomedical experiments are chosen for the space station is a mess. Fortunately, someone has actually stood up and said as such.

Now the question is, will NASA listen and take corrective action? Or will NASA, as in the past, shoot the messenger and try to sweep things under the rug?NASA officials inform us that the answer is the former. We'll be watching.

This revelation (no pun intended) from Drudge shows just how over the top (or stark raving insane with hate) the producers of The Reagans really are.

I have to say that while many Clinton haters may think that Clinton is the Anti-Christ, I know of no one who imagined for one moment Clinton admitting it.

Shenzhou 6 may carry two men.

Matt Drudge has been having a lot of fun on Rush Limbaugh today playing scenes from the upcoming scurilous miniseries, The Reagans. No doubt every copy of the tape should be burned and everyone involved dipped in gravy train and fed to the dogs. But, there should also be some payback. So I've written a few scenes, for you edification, from a proposed miniseries The Clintons. For all of you Clintonistas out there who have the desire to complain, remember that the following are just as "true" as much of what is in The Reagans.

INT. VINCE FOSTER’S OFFICE – NIGHT

Hillary enters wearing a fedora and trench coat She is also carrying a glock. Vince Foster is seated at the desk. His eyes widen with surprise when he sees the gun.

HILLARY
Well, lover, it was fun while it lasted,
but you’ve become a liability.

VINCE FOSTER
Hillery, please, I can explain about—

HILLARY .
Bye, Vince.

She fires. The bullet hits Vince foster in the head, killing him instantly. Hillary puts the weapon in her purse and takes out a cell phone. She calls.

HILLARY
Ok, I need a clean up crew in Foster’s office.
Take his body and dump it in Fort Marcy Park.

INT. THE OVAL OFFICE – NIGHT

Clinton is laying on the carpet with the great seal of the President on it, cradling Monica while she kisses him. His pants are around his ankles.

MONICA
So come on, you big creep, when are you
gonna leave Hillary?

CLINTON
Did I say anything about that?

MONICA
But you promised!

CLINTON
Now, darlin’. You just behave yourself.
Little girls like you can disappear just
like that.

INT. WHITE HOUSE UPSTAIRS BEDROOM – DAY

Hillary picks up a lamp and tosses it at Clinton. He ducks and it crashes against the wall.

HILLARY
You stupid bastard! Barbara Streisand was my
friend!

CLINTON
Aw, Hillary, it didn’t mean nothing—

HILLARY
I’ll kill you!

She picks up a small statuette and lunges at Clinton. Two Secret Service agents grab her and take the weapon out of her hand. They begin to drag her out of the room.

CLINTON
Maybe we should take about this when
you’re calmer?

HILLARY
You just remember. One word from
me about that Chinese deal and you’re
done! No matter what Bob Bennett does!

CLINTON
I can still get you that Senate seat.

The Secret Service agents drag her through the door and out of the room.

CLINTON
Bitch.