As usual, I’d left the leaving for far too late. In order to honor previously-made work commitments, I would now have to compress 35 hours of driving into a 48 hour period. <BR><BR>Crossing into Nebraska at 2 a.m., fighting sleep and tiring of the compact disks I had with me, I turned on the radio. At this hour and in this state, the only available choices were country music or evangelical fire-and-brimstone. I listened to country music for a while, long enough to confirm that heartbreak, hard times and drinkin’ were still the driving economic force in that genre. <BR><BR>Tiring of this, I pushed the “Seek” button and landed on an evangelical station. An emotional preacher was telling an apparently large auditorium audience about the many horrors of social liberalism, women’s rights, workers’ unions, Muslims and other racial or religious minorities. In short, it was a half-hour hate fest.