“I don’t think a man with the idea of replacing the government with an archaic form  is right for the country,” I said. Of course the man we were talking about Ron Paul, who must’ve escaped from the loony bin and somehow allowed to run in politics. I’ve no idea how we fell into politics. From Jyg’s baby shower to my weakness of peanut butter cups to a foul-mouthed priest to politics. Somewhere there, logic can come into play. We talked Santorum. We talked Romney. We talked Obama. And Palin. And Clinton – both of them. Of Bush and Cheney and Rove and Qur’an burnings. North Korea. Iran. Iraq. WMDs. The conversation lasted way into my leaving and remaining. It was a fun day, actually. And…