It's convenient to think of the middle of the country as a sea of red zombies who adore George Bush, but today
All Things Considered visited a book club in southern Indiana. Listening to them talk about world affairs and the president gives a real sense of what a thirtysomething approval rating means. [
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Also: Evolution! It never happened!
(We didn't get into politics, which probably would have required me to gnaw my lip right off.)
Anyway, it is hard to drive past all the megachurches — especially the one with the helipad that the minister uses to arrive each Sunday — and not feel like we're losing.