Public Broadcasting Is A Sandbox For The

You Can't Flip-flop And Be Commander-in-chief.

You Talk About Crying! The Spring Of 1988, I Spent A Fair Length Of Time Trying To Come To Grips With Who I Was And The Habits I Had, And What They Did To People That I Truly Loved. I Really Spent A Period Of Time Where, I Suspect, I Cried Three Or Four Times A Week. I Read Men Who Hate Women And The Women Who Love Them And I Found Frightening Pieces That Related To...my Own Life.

Now, I Know Among The Politically Correct, You're Not Supposed To Use Facts That Are Uncomfortable.

There Should Be No Mosque Near Ground Zero In New York So Long As There Are No Churches Or Synagogues In Saudi Arabia.

So I'd Be Quite Happy To Have A Three-hour Lincoln/douglas Style Debate With Barack Obama. I'd Let Him Use A Teleprompter. I'll Just Rely On Knowledge. We'll Do Fine.