Bruce Barnes must die

I apologize for the recent lack of regularly scheduled Left Behind Fridays here lately. (And, for that matter, the lack of much of anything else.)

We'll never get through the seven-year Great Tribulation at this rate, and the stalled progress on our weekly Bruce Barnes Death Countdown is getting frustrating.

But let me beg your indulgence for one more week and let's set our calendars for December 4 to resume our journey through the World's Worst Books.

This Friday is a holiday, after all, a national Holy Day during which it is the sacred duty of every American to go out and buy lots of stuff, thereby generating the Consumer Demand that is the basis of our national and global economy. (There's an alternative view that seeks economic growth from making and producing stuff rather than through buying stuff, but that's just crazy talk. And these people are dangerous heretics.)