So, Tuesday’s votes were clearly troubling–if not for our simpleton of a president and his NASCAR-loving, fag-hating constituents, then at least for me. But what’s a gal to do? Get the hell out of Dodge? Harper’s Magazine makes it pretty clear that that’s not much of an option. Hire a squadron of assassins to take out Karl Rove and Karen Hughes? Fun, perhaps, but there’s probably more where they came from. A good old fashioned suicide bombing? We’ll see.
In the meantime, try these on for size. I know they’re silly and sophomoric. Sorry, but that’s just where I am right now…
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