The Fourth of July is coming, and it's an election year. It should feel like a carnival, but instead, my politically conscious friends feel more like putting on black arm bands when we head to the polls.
As a Catholic, I associate myself more or less with conservative candidates, not because I own solid gold toilets and like to eat welfare mothers for breakfast, and not because I have an ounce of admiration or trust for any current prominent Republican, but because the Republican party is very slightly less pro-death than the Democratic party. I don't expect to gain any ground; I just want to slow down how quickly we lose.
The dreadful part of such a position is that I'm pretty much...READ MORE