Here's a story about purgatory, dear dKos readers I submit this perhaps as a pleasant distraction from the daily craziness, and offer it to you to consider your beliefs and how they inform your life.  In any case, I hope my simple article is not construed to be detrimental to the job at hand; I hope it provides a quirky, anecdotal sidebar to this intense debate!  Story follows:

My mother is a devout Catholic who had six babies, no wait, seven, and that is what this story is about:

She had had Timothy right after me, but he wasn't breathing well, so she, being a devout Catholic, dutifully calls the Rectory for consultation.

Believe you me, my Mom was like a Soccer Mom for well, Saint Sylvester's (who I didn't even know was a saint, I always assumed that he was the patron saint of cats.  Really.

The story continues:  

I am struggling with the cognitive dissonance I perceive among us when I hear on the one hand that the GOP Fear-Mongers, and on the other hand I see the Al Gore trailer which made me very, very afraid.

I try to rationalize the two points of view without becoming schizophrenic.

Apologize for the inane Dean and Shrillary references, just having fun with it.

My question is:  Why Plamegate?

But it goes deeper, obviously....

Reading a post by Will Pitt made me angry.  At everyone.