Mr. Bush and His Ficus of Faith

Maureen Dowd has a nice editorial in the NY Times today. It starts out like this:

Do male nipples prove evolution?

Not at all, according to a Web site for a planned Creation Museum devoted to showing that the Bible is literally true.

Nipples may be biologically de trop for men, an "expert" on the site notes, but that doesn't mean they resulted from natural selection. They could just as well be a decorating feature of the Creator's (like a hood ornament).

And then she goes on to talk about all the mean things that Mr. Bush and his friends are trying to do to dismantle all the progress that's been made in the 20th century.

From Social Security to Roe v. Wade to Good-things-for-the-environment to the Scopes Monkey Trial to the progressive income tax, she hits all the points.

So much for the Tree of Knowledge. Mr. Bush gives us the Ficus of Faith.

I knew the president, Dick Cheney and Newt Gingrich wanted to wipe out the psychedelic "if it feels good do it" post-Vietnam 60's and go back to the black-and-white 50's - a meaner "Happy Days."

But I just can't see Happy Days being mean, except maybe Fonzie. He was kind of snotty and sometimes. And that one girl that was friends with Ritchie's little sister was kind of snotty too. But Mr. and Mrs. C, Ritchie, Ralph, and Potsie? All really nice people.