so that it keeps all the reactionary fake-libertarian assholes out. And then lets all read the New Yorker every goddam day and relate fully to Brian from Family Guy and get really, really into jazz and legalize pot. We’ll call the new area “Yeah, We Know” and live there and just blog about blogging and revel in our new ‘beau monde’ society at the organic coffee shop while we write our novels - which will, of course, all be funded by Kickstarter and a benevolent anonymous billionaire only known as “Mister Jordison”.
Sarah Palin, et al, can get both of the Dakotas and we’ll just funnel second hand pot smoke into their SUV air conditioning systems so that when the final morbidly obese toddler kills the other final morbidly obese toddler in a battle over who gets the last social-economic french fry everyone can just sit back and relax and go “the free market didn’t work and Coke Zero was never our savior after all”.
Who’s with me?
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ned hepburn: lets just all move to manhattan and build a bunch of mosques circling the island
