Do you really think there's enough stupid to go around?

Sometimes I honestly believe the only thing that is in unlimited availability is stupid.

In spite of the very early analysis of the tragic Benghazi incident, clearly needing months of scrupulous investigation, a Republican senator from Oklahoma is already talking presidential impeachment -- a position echoed by former Arkansas Gov. Mike Huckabee.

Republican Sen. John McCain publicly criticized his colleagues' sentiments on the subject, for which he was taken to task.

I can only imagine how the superconservatives will treat one of their own, now that California's Darrell Issa has said that neither the president nor Hillary Clinton are targets of the investigation.

By the way, please never assume that stupid is the exclusive possession of the right.

On his Friday night show, T.V. host and comedian Bill Maher, was abrasively critical of Republican positions on Benghazi calling it a nonissue. When confronted with an opposing view, he changed the subject.

See, you can be arrogant and stupid.

I'm Pat McMahon.

It's enough to shake one's faith a little. But mine got stronger over the weekend.

I was a house guest in Tubac, south of Tucson, and when I walked out on the covered patio my attention was drawn to a slight movement on one of the branches of a potted desert plant. To my amazement it was the head of a baby hummingbird in a nest the size of a silver dollar. This tiny creature, perhaps an inch long, was clearly waiting anxiously for its mom and lunch. I was in awe. I had never seen anything like this before.

Hummingbirds, so elusive, so fast, just aren't expected to have family that close to us. The second miracle came the next day when the mother came to take her child on its first flight. And it was then that I found out that God looks just like a hummingbird.

I'm Pat McMahon.

Tuesday night, I was privileged and flattered and yes, I guess I can admit, thrilled to be onstage at the Herberger Theater in the cast of a one-night-only performance of a play called "8."

The script was based almost exclusively on the trial transcript of the court action in California that examined the constitutionality of same-sex marriage. The court wound up approving the union. The voters narrowly turned it down. The debate continues -- hotly.

How coincidental that this play should be staged here the same day that Delaware became the 11th state to allow and recognize same-sex marriage.

The arguments in favor were the same as the play's -- no two people should be restricted from the same full recognition of their relationship as is given to other couples. The arguments against were the same as in California -- that same-sex marriage will destroy a centuries-old institution that is a building block of society.

To that, I say horse pucky. During the vast majority of time mankind has been in existence there was no such thing as marriage. Yet, here we are. There has always been the building block called love. I rest my case.

I'm Pat McMahon.

I'm an NFL fan. I'm not a fan of racism in any form. Those two positions are in direct conflict every time I hear the name Washington Redskins.

It was coined in 1932 and we all know what a period of racial harmony and sensitivity that was. In later, more benevolent times, some colleges with tribal nicknames and mascots did change. Others like the Florida State Seminoles received permission from the tribes to use their names respectfully.

But, Redskins? How can anyone defend the use of an ethnic slur like that? It's bothered me for a long time, but it's recently become a hot issue once again because the DC City Council majority seems to agree that the name Washington Redskins is, of itself, racially insensitive.

And just in case you think that it's in the same category as referring to, for example, Howard University teams as "the black guys" -- the original word "Redskin" is derived from its use in early America when turning in Indian body parts and scalps for payment. One would be given a reward for each redskin brought in.

Thank you. I'll stick with a big red bird.

I'm Pat McMahon.

My god! It's only Monday, and I already miss the Jodi Arias trial.

What will I do with all this spare time until the verdict and sentencing? At least, soon, I'll have the movie which is already in production but has sensitively been temporarily put on hiatus until they can write an ending...instead of writing their own, as television often does.

As I sit, waiting, trying to fill my Jodi-less hours, I can speculate what kind of film it might turn out to be: murder-mystery with sex, violent horror film with sex, tense courtroom drama with sex or if Nancy Grace is writing the script, maybe religious drama with sex.

Now, let's get serious.

We have been witness for several months to the lowest levels of depravity rarely seen in a civilized society…the murder of Travis Alexander? Sure, that too.

But I was talking about the jostling and bartering outside the courtroom for a handful of seats so that voyeurs from all over the world could be witnesses, not to justice, but to a freak show.

I'm Pat McMahon.

Hey -- all of you folks who bask in the radiant glamour of Greek life on college campuses, ASU has a new fraternity -- I Kappa Plea!

Listen, years ago, I mean years and years ago when I was in college, I didn't understand the magnetic attraction fraternities and sororoties had for some students. I could look quizzically from afar because my Catholic college didn't have them. Greek for us was that which wasn't Latin.

I'm sure that there are personalities that thrive in the frat "clubby" atmosphere -- like having a Rotary for college students. But for as long as i can remember, there were aways accusations of a shadowy side -- racism, religious exclusions, horror stories of hazing and at the very least extraordinary elitism.

When my daughter entered USC, the head of the Panhellenic society let her know that the sorority girls were always the choice of the Big Men on Campus.

Terri said thanks, but no thanks. Now, with ASU's fraternity row being renamed fraternity ROW, I offer this Greek suggestion -- yu otta grow up.

I'm Pat McMahon.

Yes, some of these college kids just seem to have no values at all. Not like in our day.

Wait! I may have found one who believes the same things that same of our parents and grandparents believed.

If you have visited the campus of the University of Arizona recently, you may have noticed a student demonstrating with a hand-written sign.

If you saw it, then you remember it...

It says, "You Deserve Rape!"

Yes, a UA religious studies student, Brother Dean Sexton has explained his intent.

"If you dress like a whore, act like a whore, you're probably going to get raped," Sexton said.

Now, this didn't come from some senile zealot espousing the sexist ranting of another country. Sexton is a college junior in a 21st century period of what we'd like to think of as some social enlightenment, and he believes those things.

But, while Brother Dean Sexton's speech should be protected by UA...I chose to Bear Down and throw up.

I'm Pat McMahon.

Pat McMahon asks Wetzel questions about Russia, Chechnya and the 'Boston Bombing' suspects.