Robert H. Knight watched the Superbowl. It wasn't pretty:
Some people's idea of Hell consists of having to repeat a pattern for eternity, never to escape.
I thought about that while watching Mick Jagger dance around the giant lips and tongue cutout on the floor of Ford Field during the Super Bowl XL halftime.
I don't mean us, the audience, repeating the pattern. I mean Mick. He's boasted out loud of cutting deals with the Devil, and you have to wonder whether the Devil is starting to call in his chips, even before the Grim Reaper makes the scene.
