Whiskey. Tango. Foxtrot.

That "thud" you may have heard last night was the sound of me falling off the couch after hearing Bill Bennett share his ideas about reducing the crime rate. I mean, like, holy Toledo and Sheboygan. He went on to put the cherry on top of his little crap sundae when he tried to qualify his remarks as a thought experiment about public policy. Come on, Billy-boy, you are not Jonathan Smith, so don't try any of this "A Modest Proposal" jazz.

Not only was his oral offal offensive, it was just plain stupid. Ol' Buffalo Bill has a radio show. Let me repeat that: Bill Bennett opened his mouth and let the dumb things come out on the radio. Brother Billy Joe Bob must have taken the train to Stupid Town that day, if he thought he could say such abhorrent, repugnant, inflammatory things without being called on it. And then, for poor old persecuted Billy-Willy to take umbrage at people who dared mention his name and the "R" word in the same breath, that's just, well, that's.......(hold on, let me get the thesaurus)...........Bennett-ian.