Live, from New York...

Gerry: Say, Homer, do you like football?
Homer: Do I ever!
Gerry: Do you like nachos?
Homer: Yes, Mr. Ford.
Gerry: Well, why don't you come over and watch the game, and we'll have nachos? And then, some beer.

RIP, Gerry. You weren't so bright, but you seemed like a nice enough guy. Shouldn't have let Cheney and Rumsfeld get so chummy, but eh, you didn't know... Pardoned Nixon? Who wouldn't? Lost to Jimmy Carter? Oooh, that's rough, in retrospect. All in all, so unojectionable a Republican when looked at through today's lens, I wish him a peaceful afterlife. With beer. And nachos.