It would be the saddest of all ironies if what will follows isn't any better than what preceded it but just bumblingly different in its incompetence.

oh, lordy (sorry, sorry, sorry -- blasphemy!), that's what I fear most deeply. Because if what's out there vying for the presidency is the best America has to offer, we are so screwed (sorry, sorry, sorry -- sex!).

That said, Dobson got a bit of it right in his high-handed, arrogant, self-righteous (sorry, sorry, sorry -- judgmental!) way, to wit:

"He (Thompson) has no passion, no zeal, and no apparent ’want to.’ And yet he is apparently the Great Hope that burns in the breasts of many conservative Christians? Well, not for me, my brothers. Not for me!"

All right. Everyone on your knees (sorry, sorry, sorry -- sex again!). No, assume the penitent position, for the mighty James has spoken (sorry, sorry, sorry -- idolatry!).

How the hell (that's okay -- it's biblical) did faux religion get so woven into the fabric (I am SO sick of that metaphor) of American politics. It's all a big, fat charade. And you're right, Poet, I think the idiots have strutted their hour upon the stage on the way to irrelevance.

Okay, I said it but not sure I believe it. Because I am absolutely flabbergasted (I really, really, really wanted to say gobsmacked, but the mind police didn't like it the last time I did) at how many people I know (or thought I did) who've been sucked into all of this.

I'm babbling. That is the way of things when faced with the pulse-pounding excitement of waiting for Dobson's choice.