Nance, Nance. You explain nothing. You think of yourself as a polemicist but all you do is repackage and regurgitate the same tattered, dogeared moonbat talking points over and over and pass it off as original thought. You're an unimaginative hack, and all your little sycophants who show up to lick your fungus-ridden toenails over it doesn't change that fact. I can find more profound ideas by reading the ingredients list on a bag of grits.