The American Spectator

“Four by six, two by four. Nail it to the floor – Whack”

And then they would all go off in different directions, all shouting their lines in a wild cacophony until finally settling back into the line once again,

” … a boxer I would be!

“First a left, then a right, then I take a bite,”

after some long forgotten heavyweight who had once tried to bite his opponent’s ear off.

Newman marveled at it all. “They could do this on Broadway,” he thought as he settled back and let the day’s events play out in his mind once again.

It was only later, as they sat around the dying fire, that Jared approached him once again with his i-World.

“Mr. Newman, this really big thing has happened. I think you ought to see.”

“Jared, didn’t I tell you to forget about that stuff.” But the boy had had enough for one day and so he took a look.

“Oh my god!” he said. “Is this some kind of joke?”

Jared looked innocent. “It’s been on the news all night.”

The others began to crowd around. “What’s happening, Mr. Newman? What’s happening?”

“It says the Chinese Navy has sailed into Pearl Harbor. They’re claiming they want Hawaii. And it says they want all women who have been adopted in America to return to China. Is this serious? ” He looked at Jared questioningly again. “Good god.”

“Can they do that, Mr. Newman?”

“I don’t see how.”