Insomnia overwhelmed me tonight as I thought of a close friend in a desperate situation. My brain was on overdrive as I lay next to snoring husband, asking Allah for guidance.
And eventually, I started thinking about going to get the New York Times off the doorstep. Hoping it would be early. No such luck.
Somehow out of all of this, a new blog was born. This one will be about politics. About science. About abortion. About how religion is tied to politics and whether that's a good thing. About the Scopes Monkey Trial and evolution. About the conservative movement. About looking to the past as we move into the future. And Globama. Who knows where it will go.
My inner Ann Coulter and Maureen Dowd is emerging from the fog. Perplxin Texan wanted me to find something sexy about myself to write about. Well, I can think of nothing sexier Perplxin than a genius, political writer like Maureen Dowd from The New York Times. Of course, I'm not nearly as smart as she is, nor was I blessed with red hair. Watch me try and fail miserably.
The point of all of this is simple. Crazy things come out of my imagination at 4:00 am, people.