Cartoons and whatnot by a happy man with a learned suspicion of those who would rule him.
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
I Need A MIracle
There was once a band beyond description whose rhythm guitarist proclaimed he needed a miracle every day (as well as women, one about twice his weight, another about twice his height, but I digress). In the end, John McCain was holding his index finger up in a parking lot. "Need One!"