“Somebody — we don’t even know who, yet — is playing Texas awfully tough.”
I’m a native Texan myself, though I haven’t been back since I joined the military 25 years ago. Watching from afar what the feds are doing to my beloved home state has me wondering how much Texans are prepared to endure. The state I knew would be in near rebellion by now.
Except, I think, for the Foat Wuth Startlegram and the Lubbock Avalanche-Express, the Texas press is now fairly well locked up in the yellowy claws of a cabal of J-school Leftists, the kind of people that lecture us to be tolerant of homosexuals who like to snatch kids' underwear and bugger junior-varsity boys in the showers.
Texas big-city papers are a sour, sorry joke any more, and they uniformly counsel Texans to despair of our remedies and lie down for notorious Communists like Obama.