You can’t fight hatred with hatred and expect anyone to listen to you. You can only try to lessen it with humor, wit, truth and commonsense. If that doesn’t work run like hell, while they throw rocks at you.

We could have made it to the Arizona border in a few more hours if we hadn’t been distracting each other with stupid little arguments. Don’t get me wrong; I liked J.Lo fine. I’ve made that bed. But I’m not sure there’s a person in the world I could be with twenty-four hours a day for three weeks without getting a little snippy. If I ever meet such a person, I’m marrying them.

Republicans know well that a change of rhetorical pace is necessary. But efforts by their leaders to damp down the bellicosity of newly elected Tea Party types is running into the fact that the Tea Partiers have only the high volume setting on their amplifiers, just like Palin. They’re like a couple having a fight at a funeral; politely sotto voce, then suddenly bursting out fortissimo with their plaints and accusations.

Here we go then,” Dad says. “Motoring towards our dreams, Bridge.”
“You shouldn’t follow dreams,” Grandma announces.
“Why?” I ask her.
“Because it’s a road paved with disappointments, that’s why. People should get on with what they’ve blinking well got at home.”
“You can’t tell people what their dreams are meant to be.”
“I can. But they never listen, do they?