[Originally posted on Redstate.com] English was my favorite subject in school, so much so that I can still recite from memory large passages of the books we read, like A Separate Peace: I went back to Devon School not long ago, and found it looking oddly newer than when I was a student there 15 years before. And who doesn’t know this by heart: If you really want to hear about it, the first thing you’ll probably want to know is where I was born and what my lousy childhood was like and how my parents were occupied and all before they had me and all that David Copperfield kind of crap, but I don’t feel like going into it, if you want to know the truth.

Yes, I read that. And I saw that. And somebody told me about that, too. I see the ridiculous charges leveled by ignorant bigots against the Tea Party. I hear the slander on MSNBC and CNN. I know that Ben Jealous and Nancy Pelosi live on lies about you and me the way vampires live on human blood. I get it. My immediate urge when I read or hear this nonsense is anger.