Good day, eh?
While some of us spent the weekend getting pedicures, watching hockey, and either losing our voices or a prominent bet or two, others … well.
They were reading this. I do not recommend taking anything closer than a cursory look at any of the content. It’s all snake-eating-its-own-tail-crazy stuff.
I have figured out what it is about all these people. They are Charlie MacKenzie’s dad! You know: The Scottish dad, in that only-occasionally-good movie, So I Married An Axe Murderer? Yeah! That guy!
I can prove it. You know how Tea Partiers all believe the Federal Reserve is this shadowy thing, the President is about five minutes away from staging a fake emergency and declaring martial law, the Constitution is in grave danger, and this small cabal of people (ask a ‘bagger; I’m sure they know the names) control everything in the world?
“Dad. How can you hate ‘The Colonel’?”