The time has come for someone to put his foot down, and that foot, is Lionel Vision

DERMOTT’S WILD LIFE

If you know Derm, you know I’m a crazy guy. I’m a little bit wild. I’m out there in left field with my back to home plate. I’m living on the edge. Life is indeed a highway, and nothing pleases me more than riding it all night long. I can’t drive 55, and I try not to let the sound of my own wheels drive me crazy. In short, I’m hot, sticky and sweet, from my head down to my feet (yeah).

Progressives are in a vociferous snit. Barack Obama has not even uttered the word “progressive” and is now advocating (gulp) . . . wait, you’d better sit down first . . . federally funding religious-based initiatives and charities to encourage more involvement in government programs. Oh, my. These groups, Barry swears, won’t proselytize, mind you, but will just help out making the community the epicenter of his efforts to fortify this great land. Right. Evangelicals not proselytizing. Riiiggghhht.

It gets worse, my progressive brethren. Bam recently lamented the Supreme Court’s prohibition against the death penalty in child rape cases and heralded everybody’s favorite SCOTUS originalist Scalia in his majority opinion creating (hardly an originalist notion), that’s right, creating a right to possess firearms. This is the same Obama who apparently is either flip-flopping or (my preferred nuance) evolving on granting telecom immunity in new FISA legislation so as to permit retroactive review of past transgressions. (Don’t ask me what that means.) And let’s not forget throwing Reverend Wright, his spiritual guru and avuncular pal, under the bus and then backing up repeatedly over his twisted and contorted proverbial corpse. And, oh yes, his retreat from accepting public financing. Bam, we hardly knew ye.