It's my weekly penance to read the Cal Thomas column in the paper. Sort of like fasting, except with my brain instead of my belly. I'll admit that every once in a great while the moons of Saturn align with the moons of Pluto and I find myself in agreement with Mr. Thomas. His column about the War On Christmas, for example, was almost sane.
But that was like, a month ago, and the real Cal's off the medication and back in the saddle. We were only three sentences into this week's column when we hit this:
Good Lord Cal, did those pants come with the kneepads sewn in, or is that something you had the wife help you with? We moved on, to give Cal some privacy to regain his dignity. A paragraph later we have:
I guess "creature of the night" is a step up from "al-queada loving terrorist" so we'll let that one slide. Discussion on Gov. Kaine's impending highway boondogle follows, culminating with:
That'll slay the vampire! Just cut spending! I'm sure there's plenty of dollars to be squeezed out of Virginia's poor people that could stay with the people that the system gave them to in the first place. We then get some examples of government waste from the 2003 legislative session, when the previous Governor was in charge.
We continue with a portrait in courage:
Hey, isn't that what Howard Dean managed to do in Vermont? Cal's about out of steam by this point, but he does manage one final swipe:
And there we have it. We'd like new Democrats that run just slightly right of center and destroy the party, instead of old Democrats who got shit done for everyday Americans. Only with fewer hummers please. That's Cal's job.
Preach on, dude. You're making sense.
Posted by: Dr. Mike Kear | January 28, 2006 at 12:03 PM