A recent study conducted by the McCormick Tribune Freedom Museum revealed some decidedly discouraging news: far more people can name all the members of the Simpson family than can name the five rights provided by the First Amendment to the US Constitution. How large was the disparity? Huge: 22% of Americans could name all five Simpson family members while only one in 1,000 could name all five First Amendment freedoms.

Ok, I agree that’s pretty pathetic, but I can see not being able to name all five. There is that one niggling one about the right to petition… But the survey highlighted some other disturbing notions:

• 17% thought the right to drive a car was protected
• While 28% could name two freedoms granted, 52% could name at least two Simpsons characters
• More people (24%) could name the three American Idol judges than three of the five rights (7%)
• Twenty percent thought you had the inalienable right to own a pet
• Almost 40% said the right against self-incrimination was included. (Apparently, these people aren’t familiar with the term “plead the Fifth.”)

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This guy’s one of the reasons that people bug me. Bode Miller, one of the top prospects for medals at the Winter Olympics, was a complete flame-out. But “Hey,” he says, “I got to party and socialize at an Olympic level.” Geesh… and Nike is paying this guy how much to promote their brand? I hope they have an opt-out clause in their contract, because Bode’s brand is a loser.

Contrast Bode in all of his self-important glory with Jason McElwain, a 17-year-old high school senior who got to play in the final four minutes of his last home basketball game. Jason gets in the game, misses his first shot by six feet, misses his next attempt (a layup), and then goes on to make six three-pointers in a row, setting a new school record. (It would have been seven, but his foot was on the line.) He finished with 20 points in four minutes.

The thing about Jason, though, is that he normally serves as the team manager. He’s also 5-foot-6; not exactly towering. He’s also autistic. Jason’s love for basketball, his enthusiasm for life, and his spirit carried the day; then his team carried him off the floor. Now *this* is a kid that rocked.

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A couple of times now, a “quiz” has crossed my desk purportedly seeking to “learn more about people you know” and it contains things like “favorite ice cream” and “last person you talked on the phone with” and “shoe size.” Sheesh.

As you can imagine, I complained (a lot) about the quiz because I didn’t feel that these inane questions really offered any sort of insight at all. When I complained to my sisters, they said, “So smartass, make your own damn quiz!” So I have.

Feel free to copy, paste, and email to your heart’s content. And here’s to hoping you learn something new about someone…

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Kate Nowak created a small experiment to see if, by using the broad-based reach of the Internet, she could pass on one million blessings in 100 days. She created a small movie designed to be a meditative experience for the viewer.

Kate says, “It has been said that it is better to light a candle than to curse the darkness. Every time you remind yourself that you are, indeed, blessed — even in those times when you do not see or feel the blessings — you are figuratively lighting a candle in your world.” View the movie, light a candle in your own world, and forward the link to someone else who needs it…

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Jack is sitting on the couch with “Madagascar” just about to start. As you can imagine, this isn’t a great time to vie for the attention of a three-year-old. But Diane sees an opportunity when the opening credits are rolling, so she sits down and says, “How you doin’, Jack?”

“Good,” he says, just giving his head the slightest move in her direction.

Credits still rolling, Diane figures she’s still got a few minutes…

“Hey! How was Florida?” she asks, thinking this might get him to open up.

He turns his head toward her and says in the flattest intonation possible (which she swears was intended to send a very distinct message):

“It’s all good.”