...the deceased's brother.

Otherwise, remarriage is adultery. Thus, any fundy who is remarried is an adulterer, by their book. And any fundy who attended a second wedding celebrated adultery. By the Bible, McCain only has one wife: his first. His second "wife" is his adultering mistress, as was Nancy Reagan to Ronnie. Heck, the Bible asserts that contemplating adultery is the same as committing adultery. Therefore, any married woman or man who's swooned or pined for a Hollywood hunk or the pool boy or Pamela Anderson is a profligate adulterer and deserving of stoning.

The Bible's gonna get us all killed.

"I choose the dog's life. I choose to remain poor. I choose to remain human."

And I think that's still so. Even if they have cancer, rich people are still swaddled by money. There are fundamental things about the human experience that will never know. Therefore, they are always less interesting to me.

Buy any of those thin books that repeat platitudes about leadership, such as "A leader leads," and "A leader inspires." They're the decoders for Bush. Bush believes that a president is elected to tell us what to do. That's what he's done. Draper's observation about Bush's lack of curiosity isn't surprising. Why would Bush be curious, given his reduced notion of leadership? We should be curious about him.

We should simply wonder, "What will he tell us to do next?"

"How do obviously incompetent people like W get elected?"

Incompetent voters who'd rather play "smear the queers" than accept the costs of citizenship, such as paying taxes to fund imperialism and repair bridges rather than borrowing to do so.

"Too often defamed these days as racist, imperialist piracy, archaeology has more scholarly soul than, well, most of the Ivy League's humanities departments ensconced in their plush, airless tombs."

How can she assert that the Ivy League humanities departments are soulless without plumbing that assertion and rooting out the slimy globs of hair? Isn't she an analyst? A plumber? Or is just using us to vent?

You wrote: "I love this country and even tho i am a senior citizen and a woman I will fight for this country if i ever have to."

Well, if you can drive, you can join the fight right now. Go drive a truck for Halliburton in Iraq. No more driving to the mall for you: you can drive across the desert! And there's no reason for young men to die driving those trucks, is there, when you've lived most of your life? You can have a leg amputated as well as a young man, can't you? You can burn in the cockpit of a truck as well as any 20-year old. So, go. In the meantime, while they process your paperwork, get up at 4 every morning and run. You need to be fit if you're going to join the fight. If you can't run, then walk. Walk until it hurts, but walk nevertheless, for you'll be walking for freedom, glory, and America.

Or were you just pretending? Were you just fantasizing about Crack-Shot Granny at the parlor window, picking off ragheads, one at a time, and chuckling, "Take dat, yew Ai-rabs!"

And in your fantasy, did you include the retreat, where the swarthiest of the Ai-rabs yells, "Crack-Shot loves liberty too much! Retreat! Retreat!"

And then they all jump into the ocean and swim home.

And America lives happily ever after.

The End

First off, Michael Vick isn't the evil exception. He's the rule. He just uses dogs and those guys in Maine used a moose, whereas most people use football, NASCAR, boxing, YouTube clips of train wrecks and street fights, or Britney for their violence fix. In Britney's case, it's socio-emotional violence and as Ms. Traister noted, it's scattershot violence, which sprays many women as they see folks poke Ms. Spear's wonderful, abdominal softness.

It's hard to achieve porn-star tautness. Ms. Spears is rich and seemingly disinterested in the requisite deprivation. I don't blame her anymore than I blame Harper Lee for never writing another book. Ms. Lee wrote "To Kill a Mockingbird" on a door because she couldn't afford a desk. After selling millions, there was no need to return to that door, no matter how gussied it might be by her wealth. Likewise with Ms. Spears.

I once did that. It was a 1-mile widening of the Mississippi River and this young deer was headed toward the current, where barges plowed up and down river, stopping for nothing, and drunk, yeehaw motorboaters were scooting. So, I tried to steer it back to shore. Steering a swimming deer isn't easy. It refused to straight-line. It swam north, south, east, and west. By the time I got it back on its bank of origin, it was exhausted and wobbly. So, Ms. Traister, perhaps those guys in Maine were similarly well-intended.

Or perhaps they were typical members of our species who derived pleasure from other people's pain.

"Good! We don't need them.

It only takes 1 man to impregnate a whole village. Get rid of the rest, and watch crime disappear."

Yeah, and we'll be left with the emotional/social violence that some women wield so well. So, sleep tight, women, and don't let the gossip bugs bite.

Brightstar is a black chick magnet. *

Brightstar is civil in discourse too. *

Next, Brightstar will be telling us that he founded Salon and invented the umbilical cord.

This is all I know about Brightstar:

Brightstar likes to brag.

Brightstar likes to provoke.

Brightstar likes to tell us, again and again and again and again, that feminists are poopy men-haters.

* According to Brightstar.