most caring and mild mannered person you know gets her tailfeathers in a bunch, you LISTEN.
Go. Listen.
Brigid writes an open letter to the occutards, and it’s dead nuts on target. You’re gonna want to read it. Because if you don’t, I’m gonna tie your eyelids open and make you watch me having conjugal relations with a carton of Luckys. And then I’m gonna make you smoke every one.
Cheese, really, is a product of decay
of bugs and mites and moldy, bloomy rinds
But with these gruesome facts I am OK
the subtle flavors therein that one finds.
On you, Son of Eli.
Now that Romney is the presumptive nominee, and will be the guy who runs for the Oval Office this fall, the burden is off most everyone. The libertarians can all vote for their dangerous little creep without any fear he will actually be elected, so his isolationist antisemitic nutbaggery won’t ever get anywhere nearer the white house than it already is. All the idiots that don’t vote can say “This isn’t MY fault!” (as if the rest of us were just as ignorant as they) and everyone who loathes Mitt Romney as much as I do will just have to remember this one thing:
You have to go to war with the mittens you have.
