Well, I still haven't had time to do the drowning Grover Norquist in the toxic water bathtub of New Orleans thing yet, but I came across a Mark Fiore cartoon that looked like it might do as part of the No Blood for Hubris Mental Health Interlude, Part Deux.
Oh, and then it ended.
Not funny. Painful. I remember that guy, Arron Broussard, the President of Jefferson Parish.
Beautiful work, Mark Fiore.
Oh, and, really, this is diagnostic.
Responses to this piece instantly will reveal all those who still buy the Bubble Boy line hook, line, and sinker, those who are official Pod Persons, Stepford Republicans, as in Invasion of the Body Snatchers. Krypto Zombies. Deserving of the deep, wrathful vengeance of New Orleans' Voodoo Queen, Marie Leveaux. Which might arise at any time, so get ready to duck, black-hearts. Karma's comin.'
On the other hand, what was it that Tendzin Gyatso, the 14th Dalai Lama said?
Ah, yes. He said, "Compassion, compassion, compassion."
You hear this clip to the end, you don't feel nothin, you're in big trouble and ready for the George Bush/Go Fuck Yourself Dick Cheney Heart of Darkness Award, major dudes and dudettes.
Compassion, compassion, compassion.