or, my Washington State voter's pamphlet arrived in the mail today. Reading some of the candidate statements provokes a variety of reactions; a desire to find the nearest active railroad track to lie down on, a scribbled memo to add more contraceptives and/or Prozac to the water supply, and a nagging worry that the evolutionary process has slipped gears into reverse. Even the nutter on the bus today made more sense in his ravings than some of these loons.
Don't take my word for it, see for yourself
. Especially the candidates for Governor. (They aren't all
scary crazy but far too many of them shouldn't be allowed to handle sharp objects unsupervised.)
Obviously a 55 gal. drum of tequila isn't going to do it. I need a tanker truck.