Monday, March 24, 2008


“Now I just need a leprechaun and an exit strategy, then we’ll see who’s laughing.”

“You’ll be excited to know we found 4,000 new hiding spots in Arlington National Cemetery.”

“Donnie, 28 days... 6 hours... 42 minutes... 12 seconds. That... is when the world... will end.”

Can you imagine if a sniper silently squeezed a round into one of the giant, plush Easter Bunny heads, then the next, and left Bush standing in between two dead, white Easter Bunnies with blood trickling out their ears? I could make that scene more interesting, but it's a federal crime.

The Annual White House Easter Egg Roll, where children get dressed up in their nicest clothes to roll a brightly colored egg across the lawn with a spoon serves as a great metaphor to the arbitrary futility that is the modern American political process.
The kid in the cowboy hat’s a Ron Paul supporter.

Right after you tell kids that Jesus turned into a zombie when he died, you’re goin’ to try to brighten the holiday by shiving this creepy rabbit lady in their face?

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