Riding Easy, Riding Forever.
“You know I smoked a lotta grass. Oh Lord! I popped a lot of pills. But I never touched nothin’ that my spirit could kill.” — Easy Rider
“You know I smoked a lotta grass. Oh Lord! I popped a lot of pills. But I never touched nothin’ that my spirit could kill.” — Easy Rider
According to Michele Bachmann’s volatile new brain trust, the best place for a bomb— especially a “money Bomb”— is a bomb shelter.
One half the world is grasping eagerly for the light of truth and the facts of scientific discovery, while the other half languishes in the arms of ancient superstition and but thinly disguised magic.
Some borderline sentients think dressing up like Nazis is just good fun. And nobody has more fun in the run-up to the midterms than the Republican Tea Party.