There's been a lot of hand wringing in the days since November 2nd saw the validation of the madness of King George by the grace of a majority of American voters. Some chain e-mails and articles that I've read have had a false ring of confidence and stoic dedication, urging readers to take hope and keep up the fight. Others merely verbalize a maudlin, weepy malaise that comes from realizing that the most violent and dangerous men in the world find their constituency in caves - and it's not al-Qaeda.
All I learned, definitively, from November 2nd is that the two things that scare Americans more than anything else are Arabs and homos. Dirty bombs and bum-sex. Al's "jazeera." Those voters who came out in record numbers to make sure that no fairy would ever marry their son or anybody else's also gave big shots out to Baby Doc Bush, with the overwhelming and rapturous Evangelical vote suspected of having put the little big man over the top for a second shot at Armageddon. Such a potent, fearsome brew arises from the admixture of gays and Arabs, in fact, that David Frum - erstwhile Dick Ward to Richard Perle's Bruce Wayne - saw fit to speculate as to whether Arafat's mystery illness was HIV/AIDS contracted from illicit homosexual activity with one of his bodyguards.