Its Peter Schramms birthday. I wont say which one, in respect of his tender feelings on the subject, but I will allow as how its one of those significant ones that ends in a Zero.
My contribution to the birthday fest was some schtick, along the lines of: If "Peter Schramm" were a Jeopardy answer, what would the question be? Answer: "What is a cross between Jackie Gleason and Aristotle?" (500 points!.) Or, alternatively, you might say that Peter Schramm is what happens when you send Fred Flintstone to graduate school in political philosophy.
Peter may think that it is cruel, unkind, and inaccurate to call him fat, but lets put it this way: when Peter steps on a cigarette, that suckers out.
Happy birthday Peter.