Libertarian? Horse-feathers. 'Wants to prohibit abortion? I'll bet this oxymoronic twit would be outraged at a prohibition on circumcision. Why not just enslave the bitches , or make them wear burkas and chastity belts to put an end to this endless windweaving? Maybe FORCING men deemed responsible for assisting women in unwanted pregnancies to be castrated—with suspended sentences allowed as long as full responsibility and financial support was proffered and maintained under STRICT supervision—would at least reduce the repeat/serial offenders. An optional order of protection against unwanted contact with the new mommy would be available to her.

Truly this is THE AGE OF INCURIOUS . . . Celebrating Ignorance! And you TomTom are certainly in the running for leadership. I was so angered by this low punch comic appeal to the moron majority that i may put SALON on my junk mail auto-trash list. I am neither pro nor con Hillary—altho I remember her long dedication courage to national health care—rare courage. (You know, like pretty much all of the more advanced nations except us, if we are on that list, have.) As my offspring, all three American born but Canadians by choice, would say "A Canadian is an unarmed American with health coverage." America is dying of malignant Republican sponsored corruption (with slight but contemptibly feeble resistance from the Democrats.) Lets let her go with at least modicum of respect. It would be ironic if that pathetic dry drunk pathological liar was actually a wannabe violin player and the acting president a composer of requiems. I expect quality expression of a wide range of hopefully intelligent and rational opinion—not Tennessee '50s political campaign style lying from Salon! Dodd, I wish we could go back the days Bill and Hillary (you prolly call it days of swine and rosy) and start over. I'm not sure that's the "answer" but I do believe that a "male" presidency is a recipe for serious problems unless the president is actually a "husband of one wife" (or vice versa as fare a I am concerned) as required in the BIBLE for a bishop. Without woman's support and counsel we lose much of the benefit of evolution (sorry) . . . intelligently guided or not. We tend to spiral back down to survival of the "survivors." Ask Mitt to explain it. When I was a boy I was astonished at the influence and effects of Hitller (and Himmler/Rove,) 'Finally caught on recently. I don't know how to write about candidates like Ghouly . . . I would prolly be forced to squat to a comic like your Hillarywipe but it would take a real "number" (Tuskarora tribal idiom that) to find even morbid humor in it. Freedom is the right to do and say what is RIGHT (original usage intended), just, fair, true ethical, moral—whatever . . . enjoy.

Aw shit. Another of the best of us . . . gone. Another player washed away as the dance band on the Titanic plays it's last chorus of "Nearer My God to Thee."

Wow! This lady is a national treasure—how on earth could she have maintained such character and awareness in such a hive of foulbrood? This citizen personally thanks you, Senator Elizabeth Dole, for pointing out a hidden live Grammbomb in the meadow. Ummmmm . . . did you say sixty trillion dollars? And they want us to run, NOW, across the meadow to escape what? Like land mines, there are lots more scattered about, some likely just as deadly. Reminds me of the computer game minesweeper . . . maybe that's what inspired this mother of all con games. Shock 'em—then wipe 'em out, eh?

You 'betcha (Ooops, sorry!) So will I. Well said Mr. K . . .

Hope, St. Augustine wrote, has two beautiful daughters. They are anger and courage. Anger at the way things are and the courage to see they do not remain the way they are.

A line from The Migrants, a wonderful Ron Howard's production, comes to mind— "It's time . . ."

Big deal. This is about typical for American TV material. Gosh, it would make a swell story for one of the prime time programs—you know the opening scene of a semi-naked young woman variously bloodied and disheveled being perused by the forces (Notably revealingly dressed young women officers."") of goodiness (and a zillion voyeuristic viewers, as was intended)—the kind where the heroes of law enforcement will finally "apprehend" the perp(s) after flaming explosions, maybe some more deaded YLs, helicopter chases and other feats of daring-do (often of questionable morality), interspersed with titillating footage of said heroes own sexual liaisons in HD. I had been wondering how the produces could top the sludge they have so far provided, which is getting boring in it's repetitiveness. Hoo Boy . . . I do not personally own a TV (I would have to wear blinders to avoid exposure, of course.) tho I worked in TV technology in schools and colleges until personal revulsion at presenting grade school children with Columbus' crewmen raping native women (Recorded on-air programs with well known corporate sponsors yet.) got off-putting. Get over it. We have, I fear, seen nothing yet.

The way he is being treated is pathetic and pathological and probably unconstitutional. But what the hey . . .

This topic brings me to that worst outcrop of the herd nature, the military system, which I abhor. That a man can take pleasure in marching in formation to the strains of a band is enough to make me despise him. He has only been given his big brain by mistake; a backbone was all he needed. This plague-spot of civilisation ought to be abolished with all possible speed. Heroism by order, senseless violence, and all the pestilent nonsense that goes by the name of patriotism — how I hate them! War seems to me a mean, contemptible thing: I would rather be hacked in pieces than take part in such an abominable business. [Albert Einstein]