This “outreach” thing with the Republican Party doesn’t seem to have a handle on it because nobody is picking it up.

Reince Priebus issued a statement thanking Rosa Parks for her role in “ending segregation.”

And the Republican National Committee picked up that ball and headed lickity split to the wrong end zone.

Guys, it ain’t over.  And, most of all, you ain’t helpin’.  At all.  None at all.

Thanks to Deb for the heads up.

The reviews of Sarah Palin’s new book about the War on Christmas are in and they are entertaining.

And Paul Crouch, my favorite gospel grinder died yesterday.  Crouch had been partners with Jim Bakker and Jimmy Swagwart but somehow managed never to get caught … if you don’t count the $425,000 in pay-off money to an employee who claimed a homosexual relationship with him.

I admit to a fascination with the Crouches.  I watched them once a month or so like you watch a Vegas show.

The center of Trinity’s lineup has long been the nightly talk show “Praise the Lord.” Hosted by the silver-haired Crouch and his flamboyantly coiffed wife, it emanates from an Orange County studio decorated with stained-glass windows, gilded imitation antiques and plush pews for the audience.

The extravagance carried over to Crouch’s personal life, provoking criticism from watchdog groups as well as members of his family. He and his wife had access to TBN’s multimillion-dollar private jets and more than two dozen ministry-owned homes, including his-and-her mansions in Newport Beach, a mountain retreat near Lake Arrowhead and a ranch in Texas.

So after living high on the hog by taking money from poor people in the name of Sweet Jesus, Crouch stands before his maker today and tries to say why he really, really, needed seven houses and a gold plated chair to preach from.  You know, like Jesus had.

There’s going to be a few changes around this joint.

First, if you go to TELL JUANITA, you will notice that you now have to fill out something called Captcha.  That’s because some spammers got ahold of a way to bypass the online comments and fill my mailbox with things no decent human being would ever have the nerve to say to me.

I am sorry about this.  However, I operate from the theory that the more crap you put up with, the more crap you’re going to get.  So, please do no not let this discourage you from sending me messages.  That’s where I get 90% of my ideas.  Get to work!  I need stories.  (By the way, Fun With Guns is only Fun With Guns if nobody gets killed, unless it’s an accidental self inflicted gunshot.  Maimed is okay, though.)

Customer and all-around good person Anna in Austin is kind enough to make these changes for me.  There will be other changes that you won’t see but will make my life so much easier.