There is no arguing with the pretenders to a divine knowledge and to a divine mission. They are possessed with the sin of pride they have yielded to the perennial temptation.
I read somewhere that Mitt and I have a 'storybook marriage.' Well in the storybooks I read there were never long long rainy winter afternoons in a house with five boys screaming at once. And those storybooks never seemed to have chapters called MS or breast cancer.
