Saturday, May 2, 2009

Iron Birds of a Titanium Feather

Holy crap. Go for a quick swim in the Lake and find out who the Right's dredged up to be the head teabagger.

The guy is a spectacular tool of polished steel... kinda like a sound (word used decisively) for a huge elephant.

Man... they's gettin a might weird over there in the elephant pen... poo a-flyin every whichaway.

Funny thing... this guy is so reminiscent... and there's that video-game tie-in again. Teeeeensy tiny little world these folks live in. You find the same set of identifiers again and again.

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