Liberals so angry they are about to explode.

I had some business to conduct with my brother, a proud resident of the People's Republic of Lincoln, NE. We played a bit of telephone tag, mostly because I was at the Rally for the Republic. When we did finally connect, the morning after Sarah Palin's speech, he was instantly combative.

He believes I am a neocon, has no perspective in which to believe anything else. Invective, invective, sputtering invective. Ignorant in that he wants to equate Congressman Paul and Senator McCain because they are in the same party.

My interrogatories eventually revealed he was mostly angry about Sarah Palin and her speech...

"McCain has a pit bull by his side and I am so sick of the politics of hate! If that is what they're going to do, then that is what I'm going to give right back, hate!"

Strong words, especially since they were coming from an ordained Presbyterian minister and a graduate of Yale's Master of Divinity and Vanderbilt's DMin program.

I reviewed Palin's speech. Uh-huh. Uh-huh. Oh, that was a good one! Uh-huh. Funny. I like her. Political sparring, get to the point, saw that, politics of hate, didn't see that.

So what am I looking at? The liberals chose a candidate for Prom King, Senator Obama. They picked Senator Biden as his date and they scorned Senator Clinton.

The Republicans already knew who their King candidate was. They simply picked up on the franchise that had been abandoned, "women voters who think it is time for a woman to be President," and made her their date.

And she is waaaay good lookin'! Sarah Palin speaks like a million bucks, men like her, women like her, moms are enrolling their children in hockey programs as we speak and moose hunters aspire to be like her.

Obama is thinking, "I'm spouting a mantra of 'change,' and I've got an old albatross like Biden hung around my neck?"

Hillary is thinking, "I worked my ass off to serve up a woman President and these assholes couldn't see it."

Liberals residing in both camps are unhappy. Very, very unhappy.
So unhappy that, given the chance, they would like a do-over.