The further down their noses the aristos look at the Hee Haw shenanigans in Austin, the more seethingly resentful the homespun conservatives will become, and the more likely they will be to dig in their heels and insist that Harriet Miers is every bit as good as some hoity toity Harvard Law grad who probably doesn’t even know how to tie his own shoes.
III. Powerball for the Lord, Part 2
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