On Saturday, OfJoshusa and I dragged a hippy chick to a gathering of Teabagger-Americans. As you can see by looking at this photo, there must have been at least 17.3 million very passionate protesters in attendence.
As is often the case, OfJoshua was wearing her peace earrings in an effort to subvert my god-given masculine authority. Fortunately, the nice Christian lady holding the "tar & feather" sign gave her a shove when she spied her ear-treason. (I was also in a scuffle. Police were summoned to arrest your general, but the cop let me go after whispering that the gathering was a "group of assholes.")
Here, Rep. Jean "I'll get you my pretty" Schmidt gives me that "come hither" look as at least two Congressmen behind her achieve climax.
This one always makes me smile.
On Sunday, we payed our respects to The Family's house on C Street.
Dave_in_SA discovered the secret of the Family's porch pumpkin: "Think that means 'when the pumpkins rockin' don't come knockin.'"
Dave may be onto something. Wanting to pray with Sen. Ensign, I pressed the intercom button, but no one answered.
I peeked into one of the side windows and found the urn where they keep Jesus' foreskin.
Here's the back. Looks like there's plenty of room to unload a truckload of goats.
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