On Tuesday a crazed audience member lunged at me while screaming at the top of her lungs. Sadly, it wasn't a fit of post-modern Beatlemania.

It was like the opening of that old TV show, "What's My Line?" -- Where everyone on the show claimed to be the same person and the goal was to find the real person among them.

Somehow it seemed that much more relevant when, cameras rolling, toward the end of the interview, I asked about complaints from women I know that Teresa Heinz Kerry shouldn't have presumed to take young Jack Edward's [sic] thumb out of his mouth during the two couples' debut together.

Leave blogging to the amateurs, you hacks.