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Riding a Runaway Horse

It is no accident that Our Belle, Michele (Bachmann) and Sister Sarah Palin deliberately and repeatedly use gunfire language:  armed, loaded, reloaded, gunning for, taking aim at, people who love God and guns and revolt.  At the same time they use the language of revolt and revolution:  the loss of our liberties, the takeover of our government by fascists, communists, socialists, and godless atheists.  They speak of un-Americans, and admit that they have never personally seen Barack Obama's birth certificate although, personally, you know, they are not really saying that he was born in Kenya, and smuggled into Hawaii in a banana crate when he was eleven hours old, but they think it would be a good idea for him to prove that he is not a Muslim.  Or Black.  Or that he did not vote for himself in the last election.  Maybe admit he stole the Presidency by getting a lot of people to vote for him. 

They are crazy.  Worse, they are playing with insurrection, and assassination.  They must know that their language is incendiary.  They are profoundly religious, those two, and they are deliberately inciting anger, playing with guns and God and patriotism. 

They are despicable!  How can they not know that someone is going to get killed? 

Sister Sarah is not a politician.  She is interested only in money, and she knows that John McCain gave her a place to stand and earn it.  She served half a term as Governor of Alaska, then quit to make money!  How is that for a statement of faith?  Our Belle, Michele, is interested in politics.  She knows that political office gives her leverage to promote her religious views, her scorn of gay people, her half-baked patriotism, and an instrument on which to play loony-tunes and Joe McCarthy melodies. 

They are riding a runaway horse, happy to whip it to a kind of madness, until someone gets killed. 

They are evidence that there is no inherent direction in evolution. 

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