night of the living NASCAR dad

I'm getting a little worried. George Bush says he shares my values. He knows my values. He embraces my values. We are good ol' buddies, connected forever at the values. But still, I'm not totally convinced. Unless I'm mistaken, the VALUE SET that George is referring to could be nothing more than thinly-veiled campaign code for intolerance, assault weapons, and unbridled snowmobile access. What's more, he's not even looking at me when he says it. He's on TV, working crowds of bussed-in believers. Sensibly dressed just-plain-folks who live in the big square RED states. You know, out in the HEARTLAND, where the wheat reaches up to touch the heavens and "Jesus!" is not just something you say when the cable goes out. But that's OK. George knows his audience. And truthfully, when I say I'm worried about my values, I'm really not. I'm just lying.  Hmmm. Maybe George and I do have something in common.