This pastor of Obama's sounds like a pretty cool guy. He's against or for the KKK, against or for AIDS, against or for the stock market. (I'm positive it's one or the other, but I'm not sure which. As soon as he starts yelling I get all confused.) When I was a kid, we went to a church where I paid even less attention. When my mama and my daddy would listen to the preacher, I would read comic books that I hid in my prayer book. One of my favorite ones was called "Ant Man." It was about a man that was as small as an ant but as strong as a really big ant. He fought for truth and justice and the American Way. I remember that right then and there, I decided to become just like Ant Man.

When we got home, I made Jeb and Neil run around with me in the living room. They were my enemies, Untruth and Unjustice. I made my fingers into pincers and tried to get their noses. "Now you're finished," I would say. "Ant Man is the best again." This would go on for a little while, until Daddy came in and told us that we had to get ready for dinner. Our servants were white. No racists in our house. Which brings me back to Obama's preacher, maybe. I wish I could stay and say more about it but my fingers are starting to itch something awful. Old habits die hard.