The days roll past, the stats pile up, the ugly turns beautiful just because it outlasts.
More and more I hear the words "You know I have to give Bush credit." The New York Times, Bill Maher, my earnest neighbor at the coffee shop.
And I want to shout yes, give him credit for using your fear, and your willing lack of thought, your incredible laziness and sloth.
But what difference would one more shouting voice make?
You know I have to give him credit.