“The worst thing I have going for me is my own party’s incumbent president, and the best thing I have going for me is the brain trust driving the clown car that is the Democratic party nominating process over a cliff…”
It can, and should, be useful to examine the different kinds of polygamists out there, and whether or not the basic tenets of their personal beliefs can create an atmosphere where the impregnation of thirteen-year-old girls is considered just fine and dandy.
It can be said that the human spirit operates on faith – the same cannot be said for the human body or, for that matter, a 21st century coffee shop.
The Democratic primary remains very much in doubt, seemingly teetering on the brink of a knock-down, drag-out brawl.
If you suggest that maybe, just maybe, building more prisons is dealing with the wrong end of the supply/demand problem, it sounds to people as if you just suggested that they should let someone slit their throats and go sell their TV for crack.
I reminded him that if I couldn’t respect people of differing viewpoints, I couldn’t stay married to his mother. He said he figured it was because I was cheap, and didn’t want to give up half of what I own.
I heard the words “Saddam Hussein” and “Al-Qaeda” and “Osama bin Laden.” Then the guy made some comment about Africa. Great, I thought, a geography-challenged bigot.
…what happened just now, on Super Tuesday?
I sat mesmerized as I watched Caroline and Ted Kennedy symbolically pass the torch of Camelot and all it represents to the loyal opposition, Barak Obama, the other day.
Having spent our glorious university years in Washington D.C., my friends and I recently decided to reconvene in the U.S. capital for a walk down memory lane.