Her Democratic opponent calls her a pornography writer -- but, who is this woman who writes steamy romance novels in spite of the Texas GOP's super-Christian platform?
If anything could sway voters for a moment from laughing with Kinky Friedman, or any of the other three direct and indirect paths to re-electing Pretty-Hair Perry, it might be Susan Combs' bid to replace Grandma "Shake-em-Up" Strayhorn as state comptroller.
She wouldn't have a problem (and considering the blessed "R" behind her name, she may never) except that her opponent, Fred Head (the Democrat) keeps reminding future voters of Ms. Combs past accomplishments: writing steamy pulp-romance novels.
She and the gigantanormous romance lobby in Texas (according to inferences by the Houston Chronicle - they're not to be messed with). Ms. Combs says that may women here and abroad are "very angry at what they see as an attack on women."
To give her some credit, Mr. Head does go a little overboard by calling her a pornographic writer, but his criticism does point at some hypocricy in her campaign.
One also has to remember the context in which Ms. Combs seeks her office. She's running as a Republican, the same party of a Governor that defended Texas archaic sodomy laws as "protecting families;" a party whose platform for 2006 includes repealing a woman's right to reproductive freedom (not limiting - repealing), recriminalizing gay intimacy, repealing no-fault divorces, and stripping gay and lesbian parents the right of custody of their own natural children, or even unsupervised visitation of those same children by homosexual parents. This isn't fantasy; again, this is the official 2006 political Platform of the Texas Republican Party, a party that has completely and wholly merged itself with the radical evangelical movement in the party to the exclusion of those who would consider themselves moderate or tolerant.
Considering the righteous company she keeps, what is it exactly that Ms. Combs writes about?
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"I can't hold back any longer," he groanded and then was inside her, the heat and slickness of her welcoming body almost pushing him over the edge. Ross stiffened on his elbows and bent his head, searching for control.
Emily surged up to meet him, sealing him tighter within her, and he began to move, his arms holding her tightly, his breath coming in great gasps.
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With a party that governs by the principle of WWJD, we have to remember -- I guess -- that it only applies to WOPD (what other people do).
Hypocrisy indeed.