The Republican Party's facade of leadership is falling faster than a drunk girl's skirt on prom night. The TX GOP is recovering from a nasty fight at their convention, the national stage is in an uproar over immigration and Iraq and Iran and of all things, the homos. It's absolutely mind boggling to me how anyone can stand, without shame, and stir people up into a frenzy over something like gays loving each other being the next greatest threat to American Society when we are embroiled in foreign war nightmares, facing a hurricane season with limited resources and parts of the country still not recovered from last year, an economy with the highest personal debt ratios in history, global warming and, of course, Brittany Spears and her loser husband K-Fed.

The Texas Democratic Party meets this weekend in Fort Worth. (FW? Seriously?) No doubt, we'll see some exciting fireworks there. We all know one thing about the Dems, if they can't fight each other they don't want to fight at all.

I don't know about y'all but maybe it's the heat that's making people so cranky. I think it's time for me to decide my summer will be filled with frozen margaritas and mojito's. When the going gets tough, the tough go get drunk. That's my motto.