I seriously don’t know when exactly our collective national soul eased back into the U.S. of A. circa 1925, when Clarence Darrow mostly convinced some foks that Darwin was onto something.

If it’s the mid-1920s, I’m gonna get me some bathtub gin to ease myself into senselessness. Why the fuck not drink the moonshine and risk the brain damage, given the state of the world.

Of course, I’m referring to the Republican presidential debate of the other day, when Senator Sam Brownback, Governor Mike Huckabee and Representative Tom Tancredo raised their goddamn hands to salute their lack of faith in reality.

For me, I ain’t actually looking for a president of any kind of faith. Someone with some planning, leadership, basic civics skills, now that would be a nice change of pace.

If I’m like open-minded or something, and someone with some religiousity is going to have the job of leader of the free world, I would be cool as long as they could comprehend what should be basic junior high science. They, and by they, I mean right-thinking people everywhere, call it the THEORY of evolution, because it’s science talk. Like the theory of relativity. Rhetoric, ya dig?

Scientists have this thing where they like postulate and junk and test against a theory. Some theories get a lot more tests over time and, what with scientists lacking the crystal clarity of faith, they never really get around to declaring ultimate truths. It’s actually what I like about the scientific method.

It was a pretty safe bet that I wouldn’t be voting for a Republican. But, jesus fucking hell in a handbasket, I can’t even consider it remotely viable. I’m about one rifle and a Che Guaevara T-shirt from calling for a revolution.