54% of those who attend church at least weekly say it's often or sometimes OK to torture.
People unaffiliated with any religious group were least likely to back torture.
Some of these churchgoers must not have gotten the memo from Jesus about, you know... not torturing people and how, um... Jesus himself was tortured and ....emmm well he's right up there on the cross as proof.
Krugman points out what was really going on while our "born again Christian" leader turned America into a place with secret prisons, torture, pre-emptive war based on lies...
Got a last-minute invite from Ann to go to see Springsteen at the Boston "Gah-den" last night.
Spend time with Ann AND Bruce? Of course I said, Hell yeah!
This was my second time seeing Bruce and, just like the last time, he was on fire and absolutely tireless. 3 hours. Unstoppable. E Street band in rare form.
Highlights included...
Springsteen invited Dropkick Murphys guitarist Tim Brennan onstage with his girlfriend. Brennan goes down on bended knee and proposes to girlfriend. She says yes. Then Brennan joins the band to perform what will apparently be the couple's wedding song, "So Young and in Love." Then all the Murphys join for another song.
A fan holding up a sign requests RAMONES I Wanna Be Sedated - and they play it!
Wife Patty was not there - bummer - they are amazing together.
Drummer Max Weinberg's son Jay sat in and played drums on a few songs - he did great.
Bruce only played 3 songs off his new album...here's a set list you'd find in your dreams:
1. Badlands 2. Candy's Room 3. Outlaw Pete 4. She's The One - My all time fav 5. Working On A Dream 6. Seeds 7. Johnny 99 8. Youngstown 9. Raise Your Hand 10. I Wanna Be Sedated 11. Spirit In The Night 12. For You 13. Waiting On A Sunny Day 14. The Promised Land 15. Jungleland 16. Kingdom of Days 17. Radio Nowhere 18. Lonesome Day 19. The Rising 20. Born To Run
Encores: 21. Hard Times 22. Thunder Road 23. Land of Hope & Dreams 24. So Young and In Love 25. American Land w/ The Dropkick Murphy's 26. Glory Days 27. Seven Nights To Rock
Thank you Bruce. Thank you Ann, Tommy, Julie, Brian for bringing me along!
Two years ago I started our small family tree on Geni and invited some family members to help build it.
Today there are 346 family members in my tree and it continues to grow.
I have reconnected with cousins and uncles and met new family members. I've been inspired to dig out family photos that have been handed down to me so I can share them. It's reminded me again that I'm standing on the shoulders of all who came before me and those who follow are standing on mine.
Or maybe it's just that I love maps. And Geni is a map that grows organically through time and between all of us. It's amazing to see all the connections mapped out, to follow the lines and the time and the milestones of our lives. It's fun to see it grow.
If you're in the family and haven't stopped in, email me and I'll invite you in and you can check it out and help us keep building it. If you're not in the extended Duncan/Welch clan, consider starting your tree. It's time well spent.
It's 8:30 in the morning. Lauren and I arrive in Glasgow Airport for our flight home to Boston last Friday.
And the place is crawling with guys in kilts.
Contrary to what you might think, this is unusual.
In fact, there are so many kilt-wearers that those of us in regular street clothes are in the minority by far.
Whole packs of kilted Scots are in the pubs drinking pints. They have towels with Scottish flags on them tucked into their ample belts. It's 8:30 and raining and they are well on their way to something.
The guys are sporting the working man kilt look. Their kilts are fully decked out with the belt and the sporran. But on their feet they wear heavy work boots and heavy socks. And on top they wear soccer shirts and track jackets. Some wear elaborate caps loaded with metal badges from around the world.
A couple of guys walk by, poking me in the eye with the 3 foot long feathers stuck in their caps.
Of course we have to ask. Guys! What is UP with the kilts?
And that's when they tell us that they are the Tartan Army.
The Tartan Army is a band of roving football (that's soccer to us) fans who travel regularly to watch the Scotland National Football Team, both in Scotland and abroad. Today the first leg of their journey was our flight to Dublin, after which Lauren and I would go to Boston and they would go to Amsterdam for the big match.
Here they are in action:
We chatted it up throughout the security check. One guy proudly piped up that everywhere in the world the English are hated when they arrive en masse for soccer matches. But the Scots? "They love us. We have fun. We drink a wee bit. And we cheer the team." Somehow I don't think it's that simple. But we laughed and Lauren took blurry pix of them with her new iPhone.
The army was mostly guys, but a few girls were there.
Some really caught attention in their mini kilts.
When one very pretty mini kilt girl went up the escalator, a crowd of kilted men gathered at the bottom to see what they might see.
From the looks on their faces, they were pleased.
As I sat waiting for the plane, all of the jolly he-men around me swearing, drinking fooking pints, swapping stories and telling fooking lies, I noticed one girl had her manicured nails painted perfectly with tartan.
And that's when I looked up and got the answer to the question, "What do they wear under those kilts?"
The guy with the 3-foot feather cap who had poked me in the eye? He came in and sat down across from me. His legs manfully spread akimbo. And let me tell you, he was most certainly letting it all hang out.
Forget about morning coffee.
There's nothing like a major kilt siting to wake you right, the fook, UP.
Recently 742 American adults were surveyed on use of torture against suspected terrorists. 
