Bad dream

I dreamed last night that I was being pursued by a dancing teapot, like the one in Beauty and the Beast. Surreal! And the worst part -- the teapot had Christine O'Donnell's face and brown hair. No, I will not attempt a sketch! It was too scary! The teapot chased me down the street and nearly caught me -- but I was able to duck into a small enclosure that might have been a voting booth.

For those of you who are mercifully insulated from the coming midterm elections, Christine O'Donnell is running for the U.S. Senate in my old home state of Delaware. She is the very lightweight Tea Party-sponsored Republican candidate. She describes herself as "a conservative Christian woman," and has been heard to say that God has called her to win, and that prayer affects her poll numbers. She also admitted that she "dabbled in witchcraft" as a teenager.

Now, I personally don't care about her teen history. What makes my skin crawl is the Tea Party, that misguided bastion of 1950s conservatism with its religious-right platform. Those folks creep me out. We have to seal their political fate on November 2.

I hope Christine is right about prayer affecting her poll numbers! You know what this liberal Christian woman will be praying for, don't you?

Remember: VOTE BLUE on Nov. 2!
Or don't complain to me when your civil rights go away.

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