So, what are the McCains hiding? Cindy McCain was asked about releasing her tax returns, on the Today show, and reiterated that she would never release them -- ever -- even if she becomes First Lady:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7vZi6...

We're All Hacks Atrios is right

It's important to remember that none of us are above the fray, that we all have hackish tendencies to suppress information which doesn't fit our worldview and privilege information that does. We're more likely to excuse behavior from people we like and exaggerate the ills of people we don't like. I try to fight hackish tendencies especially during this intra-Dem battle, but I don't claim to have superhuman Nonhack powers.

For the record, I make no effort to be above the fray nor any pretense of being fair or balanced.  I'm not only a member of the Hack Club for Men, I'm the president.  It's good to know your own filters....

More hackery below.

It rained last night.

I love rain.

I hate snow.  Snow is silent.  It comes in without a sound and locks the world in its cold, icy grip, like some sort of Scandinavian demon.  It’s very sad when it snows—all the browns and greens and blues and yellows and reds and other colors of the world, all the colors of nature and life and wonder and joy are cloaked in an instant in the purest, coldest, whitest blanket you can imagine.  Snow is a slow and silent killer, a disease shrouding the world in ice.  I hate it.

Rain is loud.  I love lying in bed listening to the sound of rain on the roof, a sound I don’t hear often enough in Colorado.  I imagine that there’s a racetrack up there, or a battlefield, and hundreds of thousands of little tiny horses are running around as fast as they can.  Rain drenches those wonderful colors of life and nature and makes them newer, brighter, better than before.  It washes away the dirt and dust and sin collected over the weeks, leaving behind it new life and new creation.  Rain is a very baptismal form of precipitation.