It's Labor Day weekend. I'm busy mourning the unofficial end of summer in the customary manner -- by eating too much and drinking too much and thoroughly enjoying a totally unexpected magnificent day. Which shouldn't have been marred by this.
There are some very good reasons why our founders required that the President of the United States and everyone in the direct line of succession be born an American. If you can't think of a few currently relevant ones without even flexing your cerebral neurons, then I guess you're Orrin Hatch. Think harder.
I'll have more to say about this later, but I expect a lot of other people will have even more to say first.
Hey. I normally don't blog under the influence. I'm making a modest exception here. Sue me.
