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Thursday, September 1 , 2005

Marketing science now seems to be advancing at a pace cancer research can only envy.

Things are happening that I don't want to write about.. so I won't beyond this. I said a long time ago that I would always tell the truth but I may occasionally not be able to tell the whole truth... this is one of those times.

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 I called American Waterwell and told Randy what I had been told, he said that the line about the reading "being an indication that the well might be going dry" did not come from him or anyone that worked for him.

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I was curious about where the quote I chose from today came from and looked it up, it was from an article on a singer named Courtney Love... a little profane but still an interesting comment on the:

Love scrapes against nerves untouched by the Pokémon people clogging today's CD racks. There have always been packaged performers around to shit out smooth little pop pellets, but marketing science now seems to be advancing at a pace cancer research can only envy, and the results have been predictably depressing. Latin polyrhythm becomes Ricky Martin; normal teen development becomes the allegedly engineered tits of Britney Spears. Even the return of the Boss and the E Street Band evokes a fairly straightforward emotional reaction -- either you buy into Springsteen's iconic status or you don't.

 It's sure true that sometimes quotes taken out of context can loose their original intended meaning and, sometimes, be even more profound...

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Friday, September 2 , 2005

It is not a lack of love, but a lack of friendship that makes unhappy marriages.

Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche (1844-1900), German philosopher

Well, the buyer really wants a lawn so she backed out, someone convinced her that the well was no good... crap...Back to the drawing board.

I put on door knobs, laid some vinyl tile in the utility room.

We are back on the market as of 1700 last night... there are still two potential buyers, one is a lady with cash... cross your fingers.

Saturday, September 3 , 2005

You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view.

Harper Lee, writer (1926- )

Brett's here, work is being done again, my contribution during the week is so sporadic it's practically useless. Christy says that someone will be coming to see the house tomorrow, we are trying to get some molding up...

 

Sunday, September 4 , 2005

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September 1, 2005

Prescription for Injustice

THE current push by some pharmacists for a right not to fill certain prescriptions awakens memories of 1954, when my father was dying of cancer. I was a graduate student in New York, but I returned to my home in New Haven, Conn., to be with him. As the end drew near, his suffering became intense, the pain harder and harder to control. He was being cared for by an extraordinary doctor: Seymour Lipsky, then chief of hematology at Yale-New Haven Hospital. Dr. Lipsky did not have a private practice, but he had volunteered to take care of my father, telling us to call him whenever we felt we needed him. When we called, he came to the house.

My father's drug bills were being paid by the New Haven Cancer Society. We had long used a nearby pharmacy, but now the pharmacist grumbled whenever we came. Dr. Lipsky, new in the state, did not yet have a narcotics license, so he wrote his prescriptions and another doctor signed them. The pharmacist complained about this. But he complained even more about the Cancer Society's slowness in paying: several times he told us that he doubted that he would be paid at all.

One day, with my father in great and mounting pain, Dr. Lipsky came to the house. I remember the relief we felt when we saw him: his mere presence brought a measure of comfort. We always spoke freely with Dr. Lipsky, about many things. Now we told him about the difficulty at the pharmacy. He said he would stop in at the store and speak to the pharmacist.

He left a new prescription, for a considerable amount of morphine. Soon after, with my father suddenly in extreme pain, I took the prescription and hurried to the pharmacy.

Dr. Lipsky had been there. The pharmacist seemed to have said nothing to him. But when I appeared, he flew into a rage. I won't have anyone telling me my business! he stormed. This prescription is a fake! It's illegal to stock this much morphine! I haven't been paid in weeks! I won't have anything more to do with this! And he tossed the prescription over the counter onto the floor.

I was stunned. It had not occurred to me that he might simply, suddenly, refuse to fill a prescription. With a searing vision of my father's suffering before my eyes - conscious of what every minute meant - for a moment I felt lost. What should I do? Where could I go? But then I made a quick decision. My best chance, I felt, was with a major pharmacy, with more experience and larger supplies. Taft's Pharmacy, the city's largest, was in the center of town, some distance away. Clutching the prescription I ran downtown.

I arrived breathless. Picture it: A wild-looking girl bursts into the pharmacy. No one there has seen her before. She has a fishy-looking prescription, for a great quantity of a narcotic. And she says she can't pay for it.

The clerk stared at me, but took the prescription and disappeared. I waited anxiously. After a few minutes a pharmacist appeared, carrying packages of morphine. He spoke calmly and, I felt, sincerely. He had made some calls, as of course he should have. He knew the prescription was in order. He knew he would be paid. And, he went on, he was sorry we were having so much trouble. If there was anything else he could do to help, please let him know.

I don't remember whether or not I thanked him; I'm not sure that at the time I could speak. I scooped up the vials of morphine and ran. But I do remember that for years afterward I went to Taft's to buy items I could have bought more conveniently elsewhere.

For years I thought of that experience as a singular event, long ago and isolated. Recently, however, I have begun to see it in a new light.

There is now a growing movement of pharmacists who refuse to fill prescriptions to which they have moral or religious objections. One such organization is Pharmacists for Life International, which claims to have 1,600 members. Almost always the refused prescriptions are related to birth control. Many women have already met with these refusals. Some have been hectored and humiliated. And some refusals have involved women who have been raped, or whose lives or well-being would be endangered by a pregnancy. At least one lawsuit has already been filed; more are expected.

The pharmacists involved in this movement sometimes cite "business judgment" to justify their refusal to fill particular prescriptions. More often, however, they invoke "conscience." And now they are asking for state laws that not only recognize a right to refusal, but also shield them from lawsuits if that refusal results in harm.

This may sound simple. Shouldn't a democracy respect claims of conscience? In fact, such claims are not simple; they are highly problematic. And they should not wipe out competing claims or override consideration of wider social consequences.

From 1957 through the early 1960's, I conducted a study of doctors' views and behavior in clinical situations involving birth control. Here I found ample evidence of how complex claims of "conscience" can be. A doctor's decision to prescribe, or not prescribe, birth control depended not only on his personal moral or religious convictions, but also on a web of community and institutional pressures. Sometimes these pressures led doctors to act - to their own unhappiness - in ways that were contrary to their own beliefs.

For pharmacists to claim that they have a right to refuse to fill valid, lawful prescriptions based on their own moral or religious beliefs can amount to a claim that they have a right to determine how patients may care for their own health, and what doctors may or may not prescribe. In effect they claim the right to annul birth-control-related prescriptions. In some cases pharmacists have refused to provide information on other pharmacies where a prescription might be filled or have refused to return a prescription so that a woman might go elsewhere. These pharmacists are not simply "opting out" for themselves; they are making it impossible for certain prescriptions to be filled at all.

Allowing a pharmacist the right to refuse to fill a legal prescription, without simultaneous safeguards to ensure that the prescription can be filled promptly elsewhere or by someone else, surrenders the right of the majority to willful obstruction by a determined minority. It is important to realize that even with some legally specified safeguards for transfer or referral, a movement of this sort can have the effect of depriving many women of birth control. In small towns or rural areas, there may not be another pharmacy, or a woman may have no way to get to one that is far from her home. And other pharmacists may be unwilling to fill contested prescriptions, out of fear of becoming targets for boycotts or other hostile actions. This is a way to nullify the laws of the land - with a state-provided shield for doing so.

Clearly it is women who will be most directly and immediately affected. But the pharmacists' refusal movement threatens everyone. Similar tactics can be used to subvert or negate other laws and other rights that may be contrary to some individual's or group's moral or religious views. Bus drivers can refuse to stop near a fertility clinic; suppliers of ordinary products can refuse deliveries to such clinics; clerks can lose the registrations of civil unions. Such a movement in the name of individual conscience threatens democratic freedoms by encouraging small groups of zealots to impose their will on everyone else.

State legislatures should find the courage to resist these undemocratic tides. We should question nominees to federal courts and the Supreme Court about this issue - and we have a right to ask political leaders to speak out, now. If we don't, more of us may end up in the position I was in when the neighborhood pharmacy refused to fill my suffering father's prescription for morphine - desperately searching for options as a pharmacist righteously looks on.

Florence A. Ruderman, a professor emerita of sociology at Brooklyn College, is completing a book on medicine and steroids.

September 1, 2005

Banished Whistle-Blowers

The Bush administration is making no secret of its determination to punish whistle-blowers and other federal workers who object to the doctoring of facts that clash with policy and spin. The blatant retaliation includes the Army general sidelined for questioning the administration's projections about needed troop strength in Iraq, the Medicare expert muted when he tried to inform Congress about the true cost of the new prescription subsidies and the White House specialist on climate change who was booted after complaining that global warming statistics were being massaged by political tacticians.

We agree with critics like Congressman Rahm Emanuel, the Illinois Democrat, who has tracked a long list of abused federal workers who should be applauded, not penalized, for their dedication. The latest victims include Bunnatine Greenhouse, a career civilian manager at the Pentagon. She was demoted from her job as the top contract overseer of the Army Corps of Engineers after she complained of irregularities in the awarding of a multibillion-dollar no-bid Iraq contract to a subsidiary of Halliburton, the Texas-based oil services company run by Dick Cheney before he became vice president.

Ms. Greenhouse made complaints internally, then publicly, describing the contract as "the most blatant and improper contract abuse I have witnessed." Recently, Ms. Greenhouse was ordered removed for "poor performance," just as unfairly as the administration forced out Lawrence Greenfeld as director of the Bureau of Justice Statistics. Mr. Greenfeld's sin was to stand fast against senior political appointees intent on watering down a study's finding that blacks and Hispanics were subject to more searches and force in police traffic stops.

Damage control is a political hallmark of any administration. But the Bush team is taking it to the most destructive extreme.

 

Checking back in on the world

Molly Ivins  September 01, 2005

SEEMS like every year at the end of summer there’s this sense of coming back from somewhere, whether we’ve gone anywhere or not. Whatever the summer pattern is — a swim, the kids, a stroll —- it’s as though we sort of blink and there’s the world again, still there. Very much still there.

I suppose if you’re George W. Bush, the world never does go away no matter how long you spend on vacation; it just sort of camps at the end of your driveway like Cindy Sheehan. Those of us who study politics and the media got to watch Cindy Sheehan being slimed by the right-wing attack machine — hey, no free passes just because you’re a mom whose kid was killed in Iraq. We also get to watch left-wing PR people exploit her grief, because you can’t even be for peace without public relations anymore. This is The World, after all.

Check back in on the world and find the same people making the same arguments about Iraq — glass is half empty, glass is half full; things are better, things are worse; is not, is so. Meantime, the odometer of war keeps clicking higher no matter who makes the arguments or who hears them — 1,800 dead Americans, uncounted tens of thousands of Iraqis. Odd glimpses in the rearview mirror of reporting, “attacks on U.S. forces back up to over 70 a day . . . ,” “the growing violence of recent weeks . . . .” Sen. Chuck Hagel, Republican from Nebraska, counts “more dead, more wounded, less electricity in Iraq, less oil being pumped in Iraq, more insurgency attacks, more insurgents coming across the border, more corruption in government.”

President Bush says the best way to honor the dead is by getting more of them killed for the same cause, whatever it is. Democracy in Iraq, I think. Oops. Except for women. Women didn’t come out too well in the new Iraqi constitution. I’m really sorry, I know only a feminist would bring up an awkward subject like this, and I understand being a feminist is just so passé, and absolutely no one cares about women’s issues anymore, and if I would just bother to keep up I wouldn’t embarrass myself by being so pitifully old hat, so not the bee’s knees, as these young people say today. On the other hand, moving the age of consent for marriage back to 9 is sort of 23 skiddoo itself. Iraqi women have had full civil, legal and property rights for 25 years now. Nine years old. Not a step in the right direction. Really.

Afghanistan seems to be going south, too. Guess they’re getting a little tired of being occupied.

Little things are still discouraging in the world: The papers report, “A top Army contracting official who criticized a large, noncompetitive contract with the Halliburton Company for work in Iraq was demoted Saturday for what the Army called poor job performance.”

Fortunately for us all, a boffo display of high comedy is being provided by our new ambassador to the United Nations, Mr. Charm John Bolton. Many of us had high hopes for Bolton from the beginning, since what could be more rife with antic possibilities than appointing a tactless, rude, mean, angry, clumsy s.o.b. who ticks off everyone he deals with to be ambassador? Even better, make this mannerless churl ambassador to a world body that runs on endless delicateness and ever-so-solicitous concern for the cultural sensitivities of absolutely everybody. At first, this promising laff riot couldn’t get off the ground. Bolton was such an obvious disaster as U.N. ambassador that even the Senate refused to confirm him, so Bush had to wait until Congress left town to make a “recess appointment,” good only until a new Congress in January 2007. Meantime, Bolton is already tearing up the pea patch.

Britain is leading a reform effort already endorsed by 175 other countries. Britain, which used to be our ally, has put forth a concise document containing a plan for reforming the United Nations and carrying forward with its goals to eradicate poverty. Bolton has proposed 750 changes in Britain’s 36-page draft plan.

One of his proposals is to delete the phrase “respect for nature” from a set of core values that supposedly unites the nations of the world: respect for human rights, freedom, equality, tolerance, multilateralism and respect for nature. The phrase “respect for nature” does not commit the United States to any legal or financial obligation. Bolton just doesn’t like it.

I say, let’s put it to a vote, a national referendum. Are we, the American people, in favor of “respect for nature” — as long as it doesn’t put any legal or financial obligations on us — or not? Katrina?

Ivins is a syndicated columnist.

William Rivers Pitt is a New York Times and internationally bestselling author of two books: War on Iraq: What Team Bush Doesn't Want You to Know and The Greatest Sedition Is Silence.

Wake of the Flood

By William Rivers Pitt

t r u t h o u t | Perspective

Friday 02 September 2005

All last night sat on the levee and moaned,

All last night sat on the levee and moaned,

Thinkin' about my baby and my happy home.
-- Led Zeppelin, "When the Levee Breaks"


This will come as no surprise, but columnist Molly Ivins has again nailed it to the wall. "Government policies have real consequences in people's lives," Ivins wrote in her Thursday column. "This is not 'just politics' or blaming for political advantage. This is about the real consequences of what governments do and do not do about their responsibilities. And about who winds up paying the price for those policies."

Try this timeline on for size. In January of 2001, George W. Bush appointed Texas crony Joe Allbaugh to head FEMA, despite the fact that Allbaugh had exactly zero experience in disaster management. By April of 2001, the Bush administration announced that much of FEMA's work would be privatized and downsized. Allbaugh that month described FEMA as, "an oversized entitlement program."

In December 2002, Allbaugh quit as head of FEMA to create a consulting firm whose purpose was to advise and assist companies looking to do business in occupied Iraq. He was replaced by Michael D. Brown, whose experience in disaster management was gathered while working as an estate planning lawyer in Colorado, and while serving as counsel for the International Arabian Horse Association legal department. In other words, Bush chose back-to-back FEMA heads whose collective ability to work that position could fit inside a thimble with room to spare.

By March of 2003, FEMA was no longer a Cabinet-level position, and was folded into the Department of Homeland Security. Its primary mission was recast towards fighting acts of terrorism. In June of 2004, the Army Corps of Engineers' budget for levee construction in New Orleans was cut by a record $71.2 million. Jefferson Parish emergency management chief Walter Maestri said at the time, "It appears that the money has been moved in the president's budget to handle homeland security and the war in Iraq, and I suppose that's the price we pay."

And then the storm came, and the sea rose, and the levees failed. Filthy sewage-laced water began to fill the bowl of New Orleans. Tens of thousands of poor people who did not have the resources to flee the storm became trapped in a slowly deteriorating city without food, water or electricity. The entire nation has since been glued to their televisions, watching footage of an apocalyptic human tragedy unfold before their eyes. Anyone who has put gasoline in their car since Tuesday has come to know what happens when the port that handles 40% of our national petroleum distribution becomes unusable.

And the response? "Bush mugs for the cameras," says Kevin Drum of The Washington Monthly, "cuts a cake for John McCain, plays the guitar for Mark Wills, delivers an address about V-J day, and continues with his vacation. When he finally gets around to acknowledging the scope of the unfolding disaster, he delivers only a photo op on Air Force One and a flat, defensive, laundry list speech in the Rose Garden."

Newsweek described it this way: "For all the president's statements ahead of the hurricane, the region seemed woefully unprepared for the flooding of New Orleans - a catastrophe that has long been predicted by experts and politicians alike. There seems to have been no contingency planning for a total evacuation of the city, including the final refuges of the city's Superdome and its hospitals. There were no supplies of food and water ready offshore - on Navy ships for instance - in the event of such flooding, even though government officials knew there were thousands of people stranded inside the sweltering and powerless city."

Republican House Speaker Dennis Hastert twisted the knife on Thursday by bluntly suggesting that we should not bother rebuilding the city of New Orleans. "It doesn't make sense to me," Hastert said to the Daily Herald in suburban Chicago. "And it's a question that certainly we should ask. We help replace, we help relieve disaster. But I think federal insurance and everything that goes along with it ... we ought to take a second look at that." This sentiment was echoed by the Republican-American newspaper out of Waterbury, CT: "If the people of New Orleans and other low-lying areas insist on living in harm's way, they ought to accept responsibility for what happens to them and their property."

This is it, right here, right now. This is the Bush administration in a nutshell.

The decision to invade Iraq based on lies has left the federal government's budget woefully, and I daresay deliberately, unprepared for a disaster of this magnitude, despite the fact that decades worth of warnings have been put forth about what would happen to New Orleans should a storm like this hit. Louisiana National Guard soldiers and equipment, such as high-water Humvees for example, are sitting today in Iraq while hundreds or even thousands die because there are not enough hands to reach out and pull them from the water. FEMA - downsized, redirected, budget-slashed and incompetently led - has thus far failed utterly to cope with the scope of the catastrophe.

Actions have consequences. What you see on your television today is not some wild accident, but is a disaster that could have been averted had the priorities of this government been more in line with the needs of the people it pretends to serve. The city of New Orleans, home to so much of the culture that makes America unique and beautiful, is today drowning underneath an avalanche of polluted, diseased water. This, simply, did not have to happen.

Remember that the next time you hear Bush talk about noble causes, national priorities and responsibility. This has been an administration of death, disaster, fear and woe. The whole pack of them should be run out of Washington on a rail. Better yet, they should be air-dropped into the center of New Orleans and made to see and smell and touch and taste the newest disaster they have helped to create.


 

September 3, 2005

United States of Shame

Stuff happens.

And when you combine limited government with incompetent government, lethal stuff happens.

America is once more plunged into a snake pit of anarchy, death, looting, raping, marauding thugs, suffering innocents, a shattered infrastructure, a gutted police force, insufficient troop levels and criminally negligent government planning. But this time it's happening in America.

W. drove his budget-cutting Chevy to the levee, and it wasn't dry. Bye, bye, American lives. "I don't think anyone anticipated the breach of the levees," he told Diane Sawyer.

Shirt-sleeves rolled up, W. finally landed in Hell yesterday and chuckled about his wild boozing days in "the great city" of N'Awlins. He was clearly moved. "You know, I'm going to fly out of here in a minute," he said on the runway at the New Orleans International Airport, "but I want you to know that I'm not going to forget what I've seen." Out of the cameras' range, and avoided by W., was a convoy of thousands of sick and dying people, some sprawled on the floor or dumped on baggage carousels at a makeshift M*A*S*H unit inside the terminal.

Why does this self-styled "can do" president always lapse into such lame "who could have known?" excuses.

Who on earth could have known that Osama bin Laden wanted to attack us by flying planes into buildings? Any official who bothered to read the trellis of pre-9/11 intelligence briefs.

Who on earth could have known that an American invasion of Iraq would spawn a brutal insurgency, terrorist recruiting boom and possible civil war? Any official who bothered to read the C.I.A.'s prewar reports.

Who on earth could have known that New Orleans's sinking levees were at risk from a strong hurricane? Anybody who bothered to read the endless warnings over the years about the Big Easy's uneasy fishbowl.

In June 2004, Walter Maestri, emergency management chief for Jefferson Parish, fretted to The Times-Picayune in New Orleans: "It appears that the money has been moved in the president's budget to handle homeland security and the war in Iraq, and I suppose that's the price we pay. Nobody locally is happy that the levees can't be finished, and we are doing everything we can to make the case that this is a security issue for us."

Not only was the money depleted by the Bush folly in Iraq; 30 percent of the National Guard and about half its equipment are in Iraq.

Ron Fournier of The Associated Press reported that the Army Corps of Engineers asked for $105 million for hurricane and flood programs in New Orleans last year. The White House carved it to about $40 million. But President Bush and Congress agreed to a $286.4 billion pork-filled highway bill with 6,000 pet projects, including a $231 million bridge for a small, uninhabited Alaskan island.

Just last year, Federal Emergency Management Agency officials practiced how they would respond to a fake hurricane that caused floods and stranded New Orleans residents. Imagine the feeble FEMA's response to Katrina if they had not prepared.

Michael Brown, the blithering idiot in charge of FEMA - a job he trained for by running something called the International Arabian Horse Association - admitted he didn't know until Thursday that there were 15,000 desperate, dehydrated, hungry, angry, dying victims of Katrina in the New Orleans Convention Center.

Was he sacked instantly? No, our tone-deaf president hailed him in Mobile, Ala., yesterday: "Brownie, you're doing a heck of a job."

It would be one thing if President Bush and his inner circle - Dick Cheney was vacationing in Wyoming; Condi Rice was shoe shopping at Ferragamo's on Fifth Avenue and attended "Spamalot" before bloggers chased her back to Washington; and Andy Card was off in Maine - lacked empathy but could get the job done. But it is a chilling lack of empathy combined with a stunning lack of efficiency that could make this administration implode.

When the president and vice president rashly shook off our allies and our respect for international law to pursue a war built on lies, when they sanctioned torture, they shook the faith of the world in American ideals.

When they were deaf for so long to the horrific misery and cries for help of the victims in New Orleans - most of them poor and black, like those stuck at the back of the evacuation line yesterday while 700 guests and employees of the Hyatt Hotel were bused out first - they shook the faith of all Americans in American ideals. And made us ashamed.

Who are we if we can't take care of our own?

E-mail: liberties@nytimes.com

Robertson's 'fatwa'

By ERIC MARGOLIS

Reverend Pat Robertson took time off last week from promoting a new protein pancake mix and scourging "ungodly" sodomites, Muslims, and Democrats to suggest the U.S. should assassinate Venezuela's president, Hugo Chavez.

Unveiling a new bogeyman of far right paranoia, Robertson claimed Chavez was masterminding a sinister Muslim-Communist conspiracy against Christian America.

The bombastic Chavez seriously bugs Washington by badmouthing President George Bush and U.S. policy towards Cuba and Iraq. He compares "capitalismo" to Dracula and Jack the Ripper.

However, Chavez is not a communist but a democratic populist demagogue like Argentina's Juan Peron. Venezuela is America's fifth-largest supplier of oil. In 2002, the Bush administration mounted an anti-Chavez coup that fizzled.

A huge international rumpus followed Robertson's comments, forcing him to apologize. The ravings of a religious crackpot wouldn't merit note, except that Robertson is a former presidential candidate and speaks for many members of the Christian evangelical right.

A shrewd businessman, he founded the 2-million-member Christian Coalition, America's most influential right-wing protestant group. His Christian Broadcasting Network raked in a reported $200 million in donations last year, which calls to mind George Carlin's quip: "If God is so all-powerful, why does he always need money?"

Robertson is even right, sometimes. He warned Bush that God had told him Iraq would be a mess.

But Ayatollah Robertson's latest "fatwa" brought embarrassed silence from the president and most evangelical leaders. The best the White House could come up with was lamely calling his ravings "unfortunate."

Defense Secretary Don Rumsfeld piously noted, "We do not assassinate foreign leaders." I guess trying to kill Saddam Hussein and his family by a Pearl Harbor-style surprise bombing attack in March, 2003 does not count.

Robertson's call to murder cast a spotlight on the growing power of the loopy religious far right, grouped under the banner of the Christian Coalition, which has grown into one of the most powerful political lobbies in America.

Robertson's supporters are the single largest block of pro-Bush supporters and a core constituency for the war in Iraq. Nine out of 10 evangelicals voted for Bush.

The Coalition has largely intimidated the weak-kneed U.S. Congress. Christian fundamentalists now control a third of all national Republican state committee posts, and 41 of 51 Republican senators received a 100% approval rating from the Coalition.

Not all evangelicals belong to the hard right. Many blasted Robertson. But many think pretty much like Rev. Pat -- and believe the U.S. must become a Protestant fundamentalist theocracy and impose dominion over the globe by military force. Such militant cultists often sound just like the most extreme Islamic fundamentalists.

These "Christian Zionists," who are allies of the Israel's hardline settler movement, also urge expansion of Israel and in gathering all Jews to the Holy Land. When this happens, they believe, the "end of days" will occur and the Earth will be destroyed (along with Jews and other non-Christians).

For these cheery folk, there's no reason to worry about growing deficit, environmental destruction or resource depletion. Who cares? The world will soon end with a big bang.

We rarely see these militants because most are hidden away in deepest Bush Country: Trailer parks, the backwoods, NASCAR tracks, remote suburbs, and strip malls. But they now seem to have replaced fat-cat country club golfers as the Republican Party's leading voter constituency.