I awoke this morning to a bad dream and walked around in a stupor for a few minutes, feeling very depressed. It wasn't until I had finished making coffee that I suddenly realized that it wasn't yet November 5 and a lying, contemptible, dangerous socialist hadn't yet cake-walked into the White House. I don't much recognize my country these days, because there are too many people around me who seem to have fallen asleep and gotten themselves body-snatched. I am starting to learn to pretend when I am among them, walking stiffly, nodding correctly, smiling blankly, for fear of being found out that I have not succumbed to "change." I try not to speak, but when I do, I mutter incoherently and throw in the syllables "ohh-bahhh-mahhh" every so often, as a sort of reverent yawn. The hope, of course, is to avoid being forced into open prostration to the One. It's just safer this way ... By the end of the final Presidential debate, I was pretty pleased with John McCain's...(Read Full Post)