... And They Ran Like Rats

Down in Georgia, after years of providing behind the scenes support--monetary and otherwise--to the Republican machine, Ralph Reed, the most popular screwball religious nutbag of his generation, stood helpless as one by one the cogs in that machine turned their backs and ran like rats, causing donations to Ralph's campaign for Georgia Lieutenant Governor to dry up faster than Ralph's skin would on the day after his makeup purse goes missing.

Quite a few republicans seemed to have some sort of issue with Ralph--something about Ralph being completely against casino gambling based on his religious beliefs on the one hand, while on the other, Ralphy was happily squirreling away proceeds from Indian gambling casinos that had been paid to Jack Abramoff (by tribes who already had casinos) to finance Abramoff's lobbying efforts (on their behalf) to block the building of a casino by a competing tribe. Hmm, what would Jesus do?

For my money, Ralph's rapid ride to the bottom began when he lost a battle of wits with a sock puppet, something the mainstream media is careful to ignore. Conspiracy theory, anyone?