Meanwhile in politics, religion and sex...

After taking a hiatus from this is our country and vacationing down at the Gulf of Mexico, I returned to my little pink house and found that nothing has changed in my small town.

In politics, Barack and the Hill are still parry and the thrust; both getting melodic support from John Melancamp who has perplexingly decided that while his own John Edwards faltered, any Democrat is now more deserving of JC's words and music than any Republican. I'm guessing Cougar is stalking a ticket to the inaugural ball and thinks the old goat will be thinned from the herd. Meanwhile, in New Orleans, John McCain was trying to swim away from the Bush Administration while clinging like a drowning man to the voters who put the Bush Administration in office. Barrack used the wrong words, just like his pastor, but the Wright sentiment to describe some of us in the fly-over states as bitter when what he meant was that all politics is kitchen related as prices and wars turn sour resulting in a halt to the sweetening of the lives of our fellow men. Hill didn't duck much sniper fire until the campaign started but managed a shot and a beer on the way to looking second-and-twenty-first-amendment presidential.

In political religion, Ben Stein has a new Michael Moore film out this week. It's called Expelled and involves the stifling of thought when it comes to divining what started it all. I'm still trying to prescribe Sicko to my neighbors but plan to make a pilgrimage to Ben's Expelled because if health care fails to evolve we'll all need more intelligent design. Meanwhile, the Pope flowed and ebbed and showed some atonement for some of his clerical mistakes. This Holy See can probably be given a tip of the miter for acknowledging what his papal precursors turned a blind eye to.

Finally, in sex, Bill O'Reilly is shocked to find that Disney Ray Cyrus is a real, error prone teenager flashing her stomach on YouTubeTop and her back on Vain Fare. Bill, the culture worrier, is someone to keep your eye factor on. So too is Keith Olbermann, who excitedly counts strikes down to the election as he counts up the number of errors since mission accomplished.

The point is to sit in a different seat every time you go to class. Without changing your perspective, all this starts to make sense.

Time for another vacation...