Just as I was a mother-stabber before; I must be a baby-stomper now, since:
I like to go outside when it's nice out.
I still think ice cream is yummy.
I still think death is sad.
I still support motherhood.
I still believe violent crime is bad.
I still don't want broken glass rubbed in my eyes.
I still like apple pie.
I still think "Young Frankenstein" was a damn funny movie.
I still think nuclear war is, on balance, a bad thing, especially for children.
I still think that guy who shot Gabrielle Giffords was way out of line.
I still don't think that pipe bombs belong in elementary schools.
(Hold on a minute. I need to bask in my own awesomeness and bravery for a moment. Can you believe I'm willing to lay it on the line like this? That's just how I roll. You got a problem with the truth? Bring it!)
OK, I'm back.
I still feel reasonably confident when I say that George W. Bush did not do a very good job as President.
I still maintain that we could have handled that whole Vietnam thing better.
I still think Rachel Maddow puts together a fine program. Way better than Chevy Chase.
I still oppose childhood cancer.
I still support clean water.
I still think Martin Luther King was a heck of a guy.
I can still use big words as well as any of you. Establishment. Immiseration. Overton Window. Mise-en-scene, biatch.
I still oppose including heroin rations in federally-funded school lunch programs.
I still support recycling over the dumping of municipal solid waste in public water supplies.
I still don't like child abuse. Not one bit.
I still consider the policy prescriptions of the left to be better than those of the right.
I still think you should stop, or at least slow down, when people are crossing the street.
So yes, I suppose I must still be a troll if that's what it takes.
Ahhhhhh, man was that awesome. I need a cigarette.