Don't Let the Sun Go Down On Your Anger

I love America and America loves me. Jesus. Today begins my season of eating-holiday hate (one more reason to be grateful I'm not Jewish, what with all their dumb fall holidays)(the other one: not having to spend most of my free time poisoning all the wells).

I know how Dennis Kucinich feels. I too saw a UFO once. And a ghost! Twice! No, I heard a ghost. And one time I stood so close to Giuliani that I could see where the line of orange pancake makeup ended and the green translucent flesh began.*

This shit freaks me out. I'm fascinated by Ron Paul and the fact that all the Libertarians I know seem to favor him, even though some of his positions aren't particularly libertarian-leaning. Mostly I like the fact that he's been officially endorsed by the White Power movement.

Know who else probably endorses Ron Paul? Lockhart Steele.

The Minutemen, Joe McCarthy's Ghost [Ed note: In an effort to be true to the holiday, I was tempted to post Frank Zappa's "Titties and Beer," but I knew that'd earn me the enmity of the only YM contributor who tolerates me.]

*Wanna see something really scary?