Psychologically, I'm very confused, but personally I feel just wonderful.

The article below covered the Great Republican Youtube Tantrum yesterday in the House as they argued for offshore drilling and in the interests of big oil.

Notice which large corporation presented (i.e. underwrote the reporter's salary) the article.

Remember, you come of a proud race. Why, you're a... a pachyderm, and pachyderms don't cry.

Not only is this a great article about the poor fortunes of the Republican party with yesterday's results in Mississippi in mind but I love this graphic--

I was serenely independent and content before we met! Surely I could always be that way again...

In celebrating black history month yesterday President Bush said we "purge the country of symbols of intolerance."

Silly President. That's what we're doing this November when we vote your party into oblivion.

Have you ever been in a Turkish prison?

I suppose that since I mostly blog about politics I ought to say something about the Foley scandal so here goes: this story gives me the creeps.

I recognize the political implications, particularly the cover-up by House Republican leadership, but that still doesn't forgive the fact that there's a victim here.

One of the things I've said over the course of the last couple of years is that we're going to have to get as nasty as the Republicans to beat them. I keep reminding myself this as more lurid details of this scandal make it into the press.

But I'm still really uncomfortable making polititical hay out of something that involves the victimization of a minor. I suppose that's what seperates us from the animals on the other side.

(On the other hand I just heard Newt Gingrich spout that the reason the House leadership couldn't have moved agressively against Foley was because they'd be accused of "homophobia." Get that? There's no difference between pedophilia and homosexuality in the minds of conservatives. Scumbags.)

C is for cookie and that's good enough for me!

It occurs to me that part of the reason it often feels that when we engage the other side in debate that we're arguing with a bratty, spoiled, five-year old child throwing a tantrum while holding his hands over his ears is because we are (pdf doc).