Like the man said in Ecclesiastes, there is a time for everthing under the sun. Including putting politics aside. I sent this message to President Clinton today:

Dear Mr. President,

I was saddened to hear about your upcoming heart bypass surgery and wanted to wish you well as you face this medical challenge.

I’m not a Democrat and I never voted for you, but just as we were all Republicans on the day Reagan was shot, we’ll all be Democrats on the day you have your surgery.

Our thoughts and prayers are with you.

Ron Rapp
Irvine, CA

You can send the 42nd President a message here.

I like playing a computer game as much as the next guy. But this is a bit extreme:

“It was a small fight, something silly,” said Chrisostomides’ cousin and downstairs neighbor, Paul Michaelides. “It started about who would play solitaire on the computer.”

The fight escalated, and Ioannou eventually hurled herself from the balcony, they said. She fell onto a concrete driveway that winds behind the apartment building.

The fight escalated. Ya think??

Exactly how do you go from “hey, it’s my turn to play Solitare on the computer” to “I must jump to my death from this balcony”? There’s something really twisted about these two. As if the impulsiveness of her leaping off a balcony isn’t enough, the guy waits several days and then does the same thing right in front of his grandparents. O-kayyyyy…