A few weeks ago, if you recall, Britain's Prince Harry was having himself a high old time at a Colonials and Natives party to which he came costumed as a Nazi officer.
There I was, in the basement of the Margaret Mitchell House in Atlanta, enjoying a private tour of the place.
"The black pseudo leader is a parasite," wrote black pseudo-leader Armstrong Williams in October 2004.
I, Condoleezza Rice, was leaning over the kitchen sink, hacking up a half-dozen or so rotisserie chickens and slinging the parts into a serving dish in time for the first of the party guests.
In the postelection world, holding evangelical Protestantism up to the light has become all the rage, which does seem somewhat like shutting the barn door after the horse has left the barn.
Six more days till the election. As of this writing (October 27), nothing is certain. The election polls are bouncing around like yo-yos.