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Alexander,
Allard,
Barrasso,
Bennett,
Brownback,
Bunning,
Burr,
Cochran,
Corker,
Cornyn,
DeMint,
Ensign,
Enzi,
Graham,
Grassley,
Gregg,
Hatch,
Kyl,
Lugar,
McConnell,
Sessions,
Voinovich.

Do you recognize those 22 names? What do those people have in common? I would venture to guess they all wear American Flag Lapel pins. It would be pretty safe to assume they have "SUPPORT OUR TROOPS" yellow ribbon bumper stickers on their SUV's. It would be a safe bet to think they have each used the phrase, "we are living in a post 9/11 world", to justify the illegal wiretaps or suspension of Habeas Corpus or use of torture or maybe even an unjustified, fear-based, pre-emptive war and occupation.

On a recent radio show hosted by conservative Bill Bennett, Joe Lieberman chuckled with glee at the idea put forth by Bennett that Hillary would bomb Iran. "It does have an appeal to it" he added through his Fudd-like chortle. Mike Huckabee at an NRA meeting "joked" that a noise back stage was Obama hitting the ground after someone pointed a gun at him. When Huckabee was forced to apologize for his dangerously stupid adlib, he inadvertently gave us a further peek into his dark, twisted soul. He said many politicians get caught making jokes that they may have to back track from later, citing John McCain's BOMB BOMB BOMB IRAN ditty.

Here's the kicker, Huckabee then added, "I thought that was funny". How does it happen that an ordained Baptist minister, former Presidential candidate can laugh about bombing another country? (I still can't find the rationale for him even speaking at NRA meeting. I am not sure Jesus would be behind repealing the ASSAULT WEAPONS ban.) So here we have three prominent politicians, all three with aspirations to be Commander in Chief, two of whom wear their religion on their sleeves, publicly laughing at the prospect of countless INNOCENT Iranians being killed. Even if it came to the point where we all agreed that action needed to be taken against a foreign country, shouldn't the gravity of the deaths of thousands of civilians force these men to stifle their laughs?

Happy Memorial Day....hmmm

Ok, I admit it, I have a problem. I'm a junkie. My addiction is not to any by-product of the poppy seed now flourishing in Afghanistan. No, I am not addicted to the poppy that is funding the Taliban and other terrorist groups that have sprung back to life after we shifted our military focus from finding Bin Laden to finding non-existent WMDs in Iraq. No, my addiction is to political news. Since waking up on 9/11/2001 to the image of the second plane cutting through the WTC, I now turn on the television EVERY MORNING while my eyes are still closed, my fingers finding the "ON" button without looking. My first thought being "I wonder if anything happened while I slept and dreamt".

I have trouble sleeping at night. I have no trouble falling asleep during the day. There is a constant pain between my shoulder blades. At times, the pain feels the need to travel north to my neck only to return to its home, nestled between the blades with more conviction than before. My nerves are shot. I snap viciously at loved ones with little (but believe me, some) provocation. I wander around, lost, not knowing where I should go or what I should be doing. My appetite changes from not being able to find satisfaction in anything I eat (including Chocolate Haagen Daz) to having no appetite at all. Here's the deal, I am suffering from a brand new illness. It is unique and rare indeed. There is no known cure. I really don't think it is contagious. Actually, I am quite sure it is not contagious. Perhaps only 100 people worldwide could possibly be infected with this specific malady (although I suspect a milder form may exist out there as well.) But mine is the real deal, the initial strain, if you will. I am suffering from P.S.S.S. ---Post Sopranos Stress Syndrome.

Now, I know some of you are saying you are "depressed" that the groundbreaking HBO series is over. Oh poor you! What will you do on those 13 Sunday nights every year or two? Big Fuckin deal! Let me tell you something: that is NOT Post Sopranos Stress Syndrome. I have it. You don't. You can't. I can and I do.