Imagine for a moment, walking a mall-mile in Paula's pumps.

You've been subjected to sexual harassment (including threats to the safety of your family) by your boss. Contrary to the filtered reporting, it wasn't a one-time event. Then one of his ex-bodyguards is quoted in a national magazine, saying you were a Bubba Bimbo. Trial lawyers with dollar signs in their eyes pressure you do sue to "clear your reputation." (You're not what you were in your youth, after all.) The Republicans pressure you to sue for the sake of all the women your ex-boss has dishonored -- indeed, for the sake of the country.

So you take the leap... and you go through hell for seeking enough just to pay off your lawyers. Late-night talk-show hosts use you as a punchline. The White House attacks your reputation. Reporters and private investigators do all they can to dig up dirt on you and to turn your friends and family against you. Your husband gets fired, apparently in retaliation against you. You drive a 10-year-old car that your husband bought used and had to fix up just to get it to run... and then people say you're living high on the hog because the car is of an expensive make. To top it off, you meet with perjury, witness tampering, and obstruction of justice, so that you never even get your day in court.

Isn't your time worth something? Aren't the stress, the effort, the risk, worth something? And then moral, family-oriented people, whose values and lifestyle you've been struggling to develop in your own life, and who ought to be most sypathetic to you, accuse you of being money-hungry and blame you for the President's effect on America's morals!

On the other hand, you're no American Saint. You're white trash, just like the guy who made the pass at you. After all, you were hanging with his party, working to promote his values when you met him. You want something for nothing, or you wouldn't be a Democrat and would never have met the King of Stolen Silverware in the first place. So who's the lesser low-life, the trailer-park trash who grabs after the $50 bill, or the phony $3 Bill who goes dragging $50 bills through trailer parks?

Since Mr. Dalton's site reflects that the War against Norther Agression was over states' rights, I respect his graphics and thank him for honoring my site with them. (There were some in the south, such as my wife's relative , who opposed slavery and felt that it would eventually be banned by the states anyway, but were willing to sacrifice themselves to protect their home states and the Tenth Amendment of the federal Constitution. The de facto destruction of the Tenth Amendment by the Union's victory laid the foundation for many of our problems today.)

To those among both the Klan and the Nannycrats who can't see past the misconception that the Confederate flag symbolizes racism:

• For your information, your ad hominem and hypocritical insult is bassed on a single typo.
• For your information, that wasn't your soul spelling error, either!
• Jerry Springer : a Twinkie :: Rush : a 26-oz. filet mignon!
• For your information, you cannot think.

• True, I have no respect for this president because
  • I respect the office too much not to be repelled by the way Clintong defiles it;
  • I fear the man's abuse of power;
  • I detest the man's cowardice and dishonesty;
  • I loathe the man's misuse of women; and
  • The man has 86ed any respect I might have granted him on the benefit of the doubt.
• True, I have lost my pride in a country which would give such corrupt perverts an 80 % approval rating and which would allow Clintong to steal the credit for conditions which he did everything in his power to prevent.
• Half-true. The universe revolves around God, but you did manage eleven orbits around my guestbook! Come to think of it, you must think you are a god, since you have presumed to pronounce me "hopelessly lost."