Tracey came home from work in a lousy mood.

She knocked her hat off the rack when she hung up her coat. This wouldn’t normally have upset her, but today she yelled, “Oh, Gingrich,” picked up the hat, and threw it into a corner.

“Bad day, darlin’?” I asked.

“Oh, I’m just all Robertsoned off about this Falwelling Communications Decency Act,” she said.

“Refresh my memory,” I said. She’d mentioned it before, but I hadn’t paid much attention. She’s the Net junkie in the family.

“It makes it a federal crime to say anything ‘indecent’ where a minor might see it, which of course includes the whole Net. And by the way, one thing that’s ‘indecent’ is any information about... Read More