So I am sitting here with my solitary thought — that thought being like a bee in a barn — and I thought to myself, what good is an unblogged thought?
If Scott Brown upsets Martha Coakley in the Massachusetts Senate race, I’ll take it. If he turns out to be the vote that defeats Obama’s healthbomination, I’ll take that too, and with thanks to God. But this will be thanks to the God who draws straight with crooked lines — Scott Brown was Cosmo‘s sexiest man alive, or something like that, in 1982, when he was their nude centerfold. Our monkey house public affairs are so screwed up that we have gotten to the place where the election of a former soft porn dude temp will be acclaimed and praised by virtually every traditional values spokesman in America. We have gotten to the point in the saloon brawl where we are not quite sure who’s ear we are trying to bite off.