Not another political rant..

Don't get me wrong..

I'm not done enumerating all the possible permutations of gobsmackery the Republiscams and their post-lobotomized teabag ladies-and-gentlemen can devise in their most self-satisfied wet dreams,..It's just that over the past few days,their adolescent antics have temporarily anesthetized my ability to proffer all but the most basic,and succinct observation..

Fuck..Me..Runnin!'.

Stymied,as I was,at what logical course of action to pursue under these surrealistic circumstances,I concluded that there was only one desperate solution to my 'What-in-the-name-of-holy crap-motivates these incredible idiots?' dillema.

BARBECUE!..

Our illustrious team leader,Joe,patiently monitors the progress of  the tri-tips,and skinless chicken breasts..

A thing of beauty is a joy forever!

The Partner does his carnivorous happy dance!..

Peair (L),..John (R),..and myself (not pictured),stand aside while everyone else does all the work.

My plan is to marry the lovely Melissa (L),..have her babies,..and wind up the respondent in a messy divorce over my torrid affair with Tina (R).

..But I haven't yet worked out all the details.

You can't buy this in stores!

It's Thursday,..and life is fat and happy in Sling's Domain.