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POSTED: Wednesday, March 14, 2012, 11:14 AM
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The Great One

THE MORNING AFTER PILL

Last night was like Christmas Eve all over again.  Who could imagine an event that made both institutional conservatives  (read “moderates”) who never have a good thing to say about their socially conservative brethren, and patronizing liberals equally apoplectic.

The people of Mississippi and Alabama, that’s who.

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POSTED: Wednesday, March 14, 2012, 11:14 AM
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The Great One

THE MORNING AFTER PILL

Last night was like Christmas Eve all over again.  Who could imagine an event that made both institutional conservatives  (read “moderates”) who never have a good thing to say about their socially conservative brethren, and patronizing liberals equally apoplectic.

The people of Mississippi and Alabama, that’s who.

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POSTED: Monday, March 12, 2012, 12:57 PM

The Lactivists are at it again, making sure that anyone who insults the She-Goddess Mammary be severely punished.

Like the pagans of Soddom and Got-Milka?,  Lactivists worship at the altar of the Sacred Breast, and wage war against anyone who has the audacity to worship false deities like Enfamil, Simulac and the dreaded Lipil.

Whenever they see anyone employing the tools of these heretical religions, like rubber nipples or plastic bottles, they rise up and smite the infidel.

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POSTED: Saturday, March 10, 2012, 1:16 PM
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Angel Babcock, the two year old toddler killed in the destruction

I learned a lot of things this week.  I learned that you can buy birth control pills at Target, and-despite what Sandra Fluke says-they’re really cheap.  I learned that Rush Limbaugh can be intimidated by something other than a divorce lawyer.  I learned that President Obama is capable of slashing health costs on the backs of veterans.  I learned that liberals do speak ill of the dead, even on the day that they’ve died.  And I learned that Rick Santorum still has a shot at becoming president.  Sure, it’s a long way to November and Karen shouldn’t start measuring the drapes in the East Wing just yet.  But regardless of what ultimately transpires and who snatches that political brass ring, the most important thing I learned this week is that Americans are much better, much stronger and much braver than you’d think after being bombarded with the complaints of aggrieved feminists, envious Occupiers and patronizing academics.  If you move away from the networks with their smirking pundits, the glossy weekly magazines that glorify shallow celebrity and the cacophony of talk radio, you will hear the voices of our brothers and sisters in the Midwest.  From them I learned the most important lesson this week.  I learned about courage.

During the Depression when this country was ravaged by economic disaster, our great-grandparents “made do.” In fact, they survived and in surviving, triumphed.  So did our grandparents, during World War II, adapting to a life of ration cards and curfews.  They survived in part because of  FDR’s New Deal and the war effort.  But mostly, Americans prevailed over hunger, unemployment and enemy threats because they understood one simple principle that had been pounded into their immigrant brains:  character is forged through adversity.  Rick Santorum channeled that philosophy Tuesday night in Ohio, when he reminded us that we are greatest when we sacrifice.  In an ironic twist, our ex-senator paid implicit homage to another of John F. Kennedy’s famous speeches, the one in which he said “Ask not what your country can do for you, ask what you can do for your country.”

The people of Indiana, Kentucky and Ohio embody that principle.  When tornados shredded their landscape, they didn’t reflexively put their hands out for money or cry about how the government hated them.  They didn’t sit helpless on rooftops (partly because there were none left to sit on.)  They didn’t blame poverty and circumstance for their tragedy.  This is what they did the morning after disaster:  they went back to the places where their homes used to be and hunted through the wreckage for pieces of their lives.  They looked for pictures and pets, clothing and utensils.  And they came back to help neighbors and look for family.  One young woman was interviewed from her hospital bed, and thanked God for giving her the strength to save her two sons.  In protecting those babies from the catastrophic storm, she lost both of her legs when they were sheared off by a fallen beam.  And yet, she focused on her gratitude and not her monumental physical loss.  That is the kind of person that makes me proud to be American, and easier to ignore the whining demands and whimpered complaints of those who blame someone else for their troubles.

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POSTED: Wednesday, March 7, 2012, 5:31 PM
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Kind of cute for the Anti-Christ

I suppose it’s too much to expect consistency, but hope is the last thing that dies.  Still, you knew the minute Kirk Cameron gave his honest view of homosexuality on Piers Morgan (“unnatural,” “detrimental” and “ultimately destructive to so many of the foundations of civilizations”) the preternaturally youthful sitcom star wasn’t going to come out of this unscathed.

And he didn’t. Hollywood did what Hollywood has perfected and attacked him for being an intolerant creep.  The funny thing is, they did it with a complete lack of irony, which means most of his critics are either stupid or lying when they say the marketplace of ideas should be wide enough to encompass even those ideas that are anathema (and to those with a Twitter-sized vocabulary, that means ‘disgusting.’)

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POSTED: Wednesday, March 7, 2012, 12:37 PM
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Girls aren’t supposed to actually like football.

We’re supposed to pretend to like it, so that our significant male others will be impressed.

We can fake a minimum level of knowledge, but not too much, because it’s not cool if you know that unnecessary roughness has nothing to do with your guy forgetting to shave.

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POSTED: Tuesday, March 6, 2012, 1:07 PM
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I’m not a poker player, but I know some of the lingo.

A “Bluff” is where you try and let the other person think you have a great hand when you’re actually stuck with Jokers.

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POSTED: Tuesday, March 6, 2012, 1:07 PM
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I’m not a poker player, but I know some of the lingo.

A “Bluff” is where you try and let the other person think you have a great hand when you’re actually stuck with Jokers.

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