May 26 2009
The grand old party welcomes Pelosi Galore to its Big Taint
You know, sometimes people stop drinking the Koolaid before it’s too late, which is why I survived Jonestown after three or four cups. Of course, I thought everyone else was there to party hearty and get down with their bad selves. How was I to know how few people have even heard of Mithridates, my great-grandfather several dozen times removed?
There I was, trying to find someone to get me another cold one and a snack, and all these amateur evanglicals were rolling around as if convulsing is an artform. If there was ever a singular failure of the liberal viewpoint that was it. Everyone should know they could end up unclaimed in a warehouse and made into pet food. That understanding has always kept me on the balls of my feet.
People should be trained from an early age to combat various toxic attacks upon their immune systems, and I’m not just talking alcohol and hallucinogens. What about industrial solvents or accidental injection of stimulants and opiates? What about thought crime?
