My son’s best friend was injured by an ied the first week he was in Iraq. The first calls my son got indicated that his friend, who was 19 at the time, would be paralyzed from the neck down. I held my son while he cried all night. He did not have to work to find a tear that never left his eye.

Another good friend was killed early on in the war. His sister, who was in my son’s class at school, marches ar anti-war rallys now. My kids did not have to fake tears for him either.

*my son’s friend is not paralyzed after all. He lost his right eye, and most of the use of both his left arm and his left leg. But almost a year later, he is improving.

Mitt Romney’s eyes filled with tears Monday as the Republican presidential contender recalled watching the casket of a soldier killed in Iraq return to the United States and imagined if it were one of his five sons.

I am sure that was a great comfort to the parents of the dead soldier. “Our son didn’t die in vain, dear. Look–Mitt’s tearing up.” Then their eyes teared up imagining that their dead son was a toothy, grinning, overprivileged asshole riding around Iowa in the Mittmobile.

Now if Huckabee gets the nomination, I think we’re in trouble. He is a sincere lunatic, and the last seven years have shown just how vulnerable our counry is to the delusions of lunatics.

They wish they were silk. I have it on the authoritah of an ex-Mormon that it’s polyester all the way baby, hot and sticky as hell in the summer. There’s a reason why you don’t see adult Mormons of either sex in tank tops, ever.