And last night I dreamt that Rick Santorum stood before a raucous crowd, held up a piece of shale, and chanted "Light Sweet Crude" over and over. He squeezed the rock and oil started to drip down over his cuffs. "Let's see Obama try that," Santorum beamed. "Build the pipeline, you snob!" Then he grabbed Karen and ravished her with a long, unctuous kiss. "It's God's will," she said, looking flushed. The crowd went wild.