Eli, eli, lama sabachthani?
I’m sorry. It’s just that the very idea of another damnfool Republican President from my native Texas, however remote the possibility, is almost more than my Molly Ivins-loving heart can stand. Eight years of Dubya, people. Lord, Lord. Did we not suffer enough? It’s enough to give me a migraine, the only characteristic I share with Michele Bachmann (another migraine trigger).