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Paul Ryan, Who Teamed Up With Akin In The House To Sponsor Harsh Anti-abortion Bills, May Look Young And Hip And New Generation, With His Ipod Full Of Heavy Metal Jams And His Cute Kids. But He's Just A Fresh Face On A Taliban Creed - The Evermore Antediluvian, Anti-women, Anti-immigrant, Anti-gay Conservative Core. Amiable In Khakis And Polo Shirts, Ryan Is The Perfect Modern Leader To Rally Medieval Republicans Who Believe That Adam And Eve Cavorted With Dinosaurs.

I Think The Evangelicals Think They're In A Holy War Now.

Wooing The Press Is An Exercise Roughly Akin To Picnicking With A Tiger. You Might Enjoy The Meal, But The Tiger Always Eats Last.

The Obamas, Especially Michelle, Have Radiated The Sense That Americans Do Not Appreciate What They Sacrifice By Living In A Gilded Cage. They've Forgotten Rule No. 1 Of Politics: No One Sheds Tears For Anyone Lucky Enough To Live At The White House.

I Strained To Remember Where I Was Or Even What I Was Wearing, Touching My Green Corduroy Jeans And Staring At The Exposed-brick Wall. As My Paranoia Deepened, I Became Convinced That I Had Died And No One Was Telling Me.