Nailed it

Over at headsup: the blog, this comment:

And speaking of horoscopes and extraterrestrial life: Dear friends at the Virginian-Pilot, whatever it was you were smoking when you fronted Pat Robertson's predictions, did you bring enough to share with the rest of the class?

OK. Here's the rule. Pat can talk to whoever he wants. But if he's going to proclaim it's God, you need to either confirm it with the other party or -- in the immortal words of Walter Burns -- stick him in the funny pages.