Sir, you say you are "old." By some people's standards I am old as well, at least by the standard that says if one qualifies for Social Security benefits then one is old. I'll tell you this much: with no debt, no real estate holdings, my near death experience far behind me and single again, I have nothing to lose. This is what "old" means to me: nothing to lose, which makes me, not Louis Farrakhan, the Most Dangerous Man In America. One can only lose, as Epictetus said, what one has. In your case (as well as that of Farrakhan's) it is one's mind. You've lost yours and that puts you in a class with "Calypso Louie", who has, as we all know, been up in a flying saucer to visit with Elijah Muhammad. That didn't make him more dangerous by my reckoning, but merely more crazy. Then came you.

While I have no earthly clue what Farrakhan has to do with the monstrous Sarah Palin, I do recognize a race-crazed nut when I see one, and between the crowds Palin has attracted, your unbalanced screed here, and Lous Farrakhan's slow unraveling over time, well, there's not much to choose from between those three. So my choice will be not to choose any of them. Farrakhan has been marginalized by the people he used to launch himself into obscurity; Palin will soon be in the same boat, and apparently so will you. I think the rest of us will take our chances with the sharks.

One of Rod Serling's most memorable "Twilight Zone" episodes, devoted to illustrating the ease of manipulating the mob mentality. Well the "monsters" are loose now, and while it isn't attractive, it certainly is enlightening. I have to thank John McCain and his idiot accomplice and former human shield for exposing not only their own inner ugliness, but that of a small but very aromatic segment of American society.

May these people all be forced to roll in their own filth.

Serling's post-McCarthy fantasy was a far-sighted warning to us. Now they're here, and I hardly think "monster" is too strong a word to use for both McCain-Palin and their sub-human cult.

Oh, and "He's not an A-rab! He's a good family man"? What the hell kind of a "correction" is that non-sequitur? Of course it's lost on the mob, and it's wasted on we thinking people.

"Honor." It's not just for heroes anymore.

Gutsy article at a time when "Republic" is being supplanted by "The United States of Lyncherdom." Let's hope this fiasco reaches its unsavory climax soon so we can all relax and quit having nightmares about the end of this Great Experiment.

Oh, this just in:

http://totalbuzz.freedomblogging.com/2008/10/10/alaska-lawmaker-panel-say-palin-abused-her-authority/6160/

Thank you Jesus! Protect us from witchcraft or at least from the witch.

First: Thank you from the bottom of my heart for the kind words. I can't begin to tell you how much that means to me, especially as a writer -- but then, as a writer you already know, which just makes it all the more meaningful. Oh, and the women in our lives...where would be be, as writers, without them? God love 'em, every one.

This is probably the perfect time for me to write something stupid and/or totally uninteresting, as I have come home from the aftermath of a "tasting", one of those things that come in advance of many weddings I'm sure, but in this case a Bollywood-style one involving my youngest daughter, and I have so few brain cells left I can barely care about the intense heartburn and incipient hangover taking over my body as I try to type this. Let's see what happens...

This working from home (or wherever I can find a connection) has become a godsend for me, for all the reasons I mentioned before and a bunch more as well. I imagine you know what I mean. But it was RT's daytime TV piece that got me started, so I'll try and stay on topic more or less. And nope, no Jerry Springer here, either. Hell no, even. There's plenty of crap on days, and nights too. That's the beauty of this arrangement. I can tune out and just write, or I can quit doing anything involving a power cord and just get up and walk out, only to be floored by life's rich pageant. Life is good.

I've been pretty politically sucked in too, and since I have a horse in this race (good lord, did I really just say that?) I've been doing a lot of extra writing as well as ciruit riding, preaching, proselytizing and generally playing hell crossing borders (in person) into Virginia and Pennsylvania, trying to help tip the McCain apple cart (which is starting to look more and more like a unicycle or maybe even an anuscycle -- unicycle with the seat missing).

My point, and I did have one, was that I, too, am ready for this to be over already. I wanna cast that vote and in doing so simultaneously hurl a spear into the heart of the twitching neocon corpus. Then I can, god willing, go to that wedding I spoke of earlier and celebrate not only my daughter's union with a very fine fellow, but also the long-awaited triumph of sanity over satanity. It could prove to be a grand Lost Weekend.

Oh, and we probably should knight -- no, maybe canonize -- Tiny Fey if we pull this off.

There's your boring, ruminant, utterly pointless and annoying post, I think. It's the least I can do. You earned it. Have a great night and a beautiful Friday. Ever on....