God Dumps on Kilgore!

Poor Kilgore Trout writes about his very bad day here.

When I say I know how he feels, it is not an empty statement. When I bought my very first new car, I signed the documents, drove off the lot with the brand spankin' Geo Metro, and was promptly rear-ended ONE BLOCK from the dealership.

Here is hoping that this will be the end of Kilgore's bad luck. Perhaps the Maximum Leader's matchmaking will pay off. If not, the Propaganda Minister, who met Denver Girl at my engagement party, may be willing to step in.