Reading "Selection in Relation to Sex," for instance, your urge to draw analogies between his study of the way that birds' plumage and song affect their reproductive success and the way men dress up and show off in order to attract women is so overwhelming that you practically have to bite your tongue to avoid it.
Quit politics, retire to your bedroom, wear black eye makeup, get a facial piercing, listen to My Chemical Romance and wait for your neo-fascist urges to subside.
In fact, in some cases they sought it out, including not just the Waller songs that became classics — "Ain't Misbehavin'," "The Joint Is Jumpin'," "Honeysuckle Rose" — but also the ones that smell faintly of mothballs, like "Cash for Your Trash," which urges wartime recycling, and "When the Nylons Bloom Again," a ditty about rationing.
"Stand up for your work!" Opie urged.
"ASK not what your country can do for you, ask what you can do for your country," John F. Kennedy urged in his 1961 inaugural address.
"If you always want to be there for your girls," Mr. Powers urged, "then stop smoking NOW!" About a month later, Mr. Powers received a reply.
For your columnists to urge giving the majority what it wants lest it want even worse is to forget the whole purpose of the Bill of Rights: to protect enduring values from transient majoritarian passions.
You can then call the Capitol at 202-225-3121, ask for your Representative, and urge him or her to back Obama and Mitchell by co-sponsoring H. Res.
Your Darwinian urges are no excuse for behaving unethically.
