Of course, if there's a dearth of white guys in the Democratic Party, whose mantra includes GGG=Guns, God and Gays, then the reverse must be true: the Repooplican Party is SOLELY or MOSTLY about and for white men. Just look at the Repooplican leadership: mostly white, overtly religious males.

Thanks, but, as a Southern, moderate, middle-aged white guy, I'll take the incredibly rich diversity of the Democrats EVERY time.

Oh, and, I'm well-armed with multiple weapons, am a life-long member of the Episcopal Church and frankly don't care what my adult friends do in bed with each other.

I'd make a good Repooplican, except for the fact that I have a brain...

The coffee hadn't kicked in when I wrote: "Of course, if there's a dearth of white guys in the Democratic Party, whose mantra includes GGG=Guns, God and Gays, then the reverse must be true: the Repooplican Party is SOLELY or MOSTLY about and for white men."

I meant to say: "Of course, if there's a dearth of white guys in the Democratic Party, then the reverse must be true in the Repooplican Party. With its mantra of GGG=Guns, God and gays, it is SOLELY or MOSTLY about and for white men with little regard for diversity."

Ahhh, that's better...

On a Continental Airlines flight several years ago from Charleston, SC to Atlanta and then on to Houston, I was in a window seat. Nice medium-sized lady sitting next to me de-planed in Atlanta. She wasn't skinny, but, she fit in her seat. I wondered who would be sitting next to me Atlanta to Houston.

I looked up from reading as the new passengers boarded and looked for their assigned seats. Good God, I thought; this huge mound of man walking toward me couldn't be my new seat-mate, right?

Then, this 300-pound-plus hunk of humanity plopped down..literally...into the seat next to me and proceeded to plop several layers of flab over the armrest onto me. He couldn't get the seatbelt around himself, needed an extension for the seatbelt and took up space well over into my seat. Ever fly for two hours scrunched against the cabin wall and not even able to move? It isn't pleasant.

I'm not fat-intolerent, but, Mr. Breathed's comic strip was right on-target. Those who don't like fat-passenger jokes have two choices: lose weight or take the bus.

Whatever sympathy I felt for the Goldman family following the "justice" meted out by that jury in L.A. 12 years ago has been tempered by the incredibly maniacal obsession with Mr. Simpson's possessions BY Fred Goldman since then.

No amount of money will bring back his son Ron. No amount of personal goodies will make a single bit of difference in the outcome of OJ's trial. We sign on to the idea of a jury trial in this country and must accept a jury's verdict...even if we feel the verdict is just plain goofy.

Mr. Goldman, in his unswerving obsession with "getting money" from OJ, pretty much fits the unflattering stereotype of the Jew who will put money over everything else. Don't say you haven't had this thought, as well, because I know you have.

I just wish Mr. Goldman would honor his son and make his point by other means and avenues than just by an eternal quest for gelt, chachkas and schmatas; it's unseemly, tacky and makes him appear less-than-sympathetic.

I'm just sayin'...

Umm, whatever, but, a jury of his peers found him "not guilty". Therefore, hounding him for the rest of your life/his life will make zero difference in the grand scheme of things.

The concept of forgiveness and moving on must be in short supply in your house. That's not good for your mental state.