Why You're Here:

You've said to yourself, "beauty walks a razor's edge, someday I'll make it mine."

You've often thought about what it would have been like to drop acid with Groucho Marx.

You know that until you measure it, an electron is everywhere, and your mind reels at the implications.

You'd like to get drunk on the wine from my sweet, sweet mind grapes.

Sunday, April 25, 2010

Q: The Definition of Treason?


A: Anything done by someone I didn't vote for!

Lest anybody think this paranoid "tea party" shit is new, take a look at that flyer. The only difference is that these version 2.0 right wing nuts could never string together 7 coherent sentences. That might be the saddest thing this "tea party" says about America in 2010.


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