You go over to a friend’s, stand around in his yard and talk to him, and then leave and realize that you stepped in the dog sh*t in his yard? And you soon realize that it is a particularly fragrant kind that is particularly difficult to get off of your shoe?

So it gets on your floor mats and the shoes get left outside till the weekend when you can clean them off? And you realize that you can’t really complain to your friend that much if you want to keep your friendship?

That is how I feel about the whole issue of young earth creationism in the Republican party - a steaming, stinking pile that follows me around.