With all the hub bub about the Tea Party, I’m getting a little sick of the “racist” cry. It was that cry about the John Birch Society in the sixties that turned me into a radical conservative. It seemed that every liberal black or white person you ran into, “knew” that the John Birch Society members were rabid racists. The longer and louder they screamed at me about those blankety blank people my resolve became stronger. There was a reason… There was this lady in my church – I’ll call her Alice. She and her husband Alan were members of…