I Think The Evangelicals Think

I Strained To Remember Where I Was Or Even What I Was Wearing, Touching My Green Corduroy Jeans And Staring At The Exposed-brick Wall. As My Paranoia Deepened, I Became Convinced That I Had Died And No One Was Telling Me.

Paul Ryan, Who Teamed Up With Akin In The House To Sponsor Harsh Anti-abortion Bills, May Look Young And Hip And New Generation, With His Ipod Full Of Heavy Metal Jams And His Cute Kids. But He's Just A Fresh Face On A Taliban Creed - The Evermore Antediluvian, Anti-women, Anti-immigrant, Anti-gay Conservative Core. Amiable In Khakis And Polo Shirts, Ryan Is The Perfect Modern Leader To Rally Medieval Republicans Who Believe That Adam And Eve Cavorted With Dinosaurs.

The Minute You Settle For Less Than You Deserve, You Get Even Less Than You Settled For.

We Are Riveted By The Soap Operas Of Public Lives. We Admire The Famous Most For What Makes Them Infamous: It Reassures Us That They Are Not Better And No Happier Than All The People With Their Noses Pressed Hard Against The Glass.

The Clintons Want To Do Big Worthy Things, But They Also Want To Squeeze Money From Rich People Wherever They Live On Planet Earth, Insatiably Gobbling Up Cash For Politics And Charity And Themselves From The Same Incestuous Swirl.