Mark 9:23 does indeed say "all things are possible to him who believeth," but I'm pretty sure that doesn't mean we're intended to believeth in a savior with glowing hands or robot eyes who has an office in the East Wing of the White House. Regular Jesus is, as the song says, alright with me.
Looks like kids' toys are once again being made for kids and not collectors, now that the action figure of the bluest, nudest, dongiest superhero of all time, Dr. Manhattan, is wearing briefs.
Me, I know my dad well enough to know he wouldn't feel honored by being plugged into an excerpt of Dodgeball, so...
So less than a month after Karl Malden dies of - ahem - "natural causes", one of his Stamp Advisory colleagues is taken into police custody. If you think it's coincidence, you're not paying attention.
This should clear up any lingering confusion, so that next time you're out at an Andrew Salamone exhibition, you can enjoy the art instead of turning it into an odd dessert shape-shifting exercise.
Some songs written by two people don't come from the combined efforts of those two people. They come from elves, who write the songs while they wait for the Fudge Stripes to finish baking.