Of course, he doesn’t know me.  We’ve never talked, and I doubt he’s read any of my writing, though I ‘d be delighted to send him a copy of A Wretched Man with the hopes that he publicly disses it.  I’d send him a copy of Prowl, too, but that might offend his piety because the book drops a few ffenheimers.   But, he knows I’m not a Christian because I’m a self-avowed, unrepentant, practicing liberal.  What is more, I’m all about sex, because I’m a Democrat.  From the 2008 interview in which he suggested that liberals could not be Christian:

Woodstock is the great American orgy. This is who the Democratic Party has become. They have become the party of Woodstock. The prey upon our most basic primal lusts, and that’s sex. And the whole abortion culture, it’s not about life. It’s about sexual freedom. That’s what it’s about. Homosexuality. It’s about sexual freedom.

I’m sorry I missed Woodstock, but I was preoccupied dodging bullets and feeling scared, homesick, and abandoned in the jungles of Vietnam.  I was pretty much celibate in those days, too, so I’m not quite sure why Santorum thinks I’m oversexed.  I’ll ask my wife what she thinks.

Isn’t the sanctimonious, “we’re Christians, but you’re not”, what we really dislike most about the religious right?  Well, I take that back; there are too many delicious absurdities to rank them.