Wisdom From The Backseat of a 1968 Bonneville

On the morning of May 27, 1973 two weather systems collided over Jonesboro, Arkansas and produced three tornados. The tornados ripped through the sleeping town, and converged near the High School. During the height of the storm, lightening lit the night in a strobe effect as roofs lifted off of scores of homes and buildings, and baseball sized hail pounded divits cars and shredded the roofs of convertables. In a 30 minute period, nearly ten thousand residents of a sleeply Arkansas town became homeless.

In the parking lot of the High School, a friend of mine had parked his car, and was 'listening to music' with his girlfriend. The three funnel clouds converged over Jonesboro High, and my friend's 1968 Bonneville convertable. My friend, laying on top of his girlfriend in the spacious backseat of the car when the winds ripped the cloth top off of the convertable. He was beaten badly by the hail the huge hailstones, rendered nearly deaf by the thunder clap when lightening struck the hood of the Bonneville, and buried under debris from the levelled High School buildings. The whole terrifying experience had a profound effect on Mark, and he emerged a changed man.

Today, Mark is a priest.

Yesterday, a storm swept through Massachusetts. In the Senate seat where once sat Ted Kennedy, patron saint of the limousine liberal, now will set the 41st vote against Health Care, and a staunch opponent of the President's agenda.

The President's political future is in the midst of it's own near death experience. After being pummelled in the latest New Jersey election, battered in the latest Virginia election, and now blown away in of all places, Massachusetts, the leadership of the Democrat Party must crawl from it's own backseat, and look around at the wreckage.

My friend Mark survived his near death experience, saw the light, repented his sins and changed his life.

What will the Democrat Party do?