war

I don’t tend to have a hard time getting outraged or upset about things. While walking around at the tea party protest a few weeks ago, one women proudly held a large poster of what I can only describe as a mangled fetus. I glanced at it, assuming it was another ridiculous “Obama=Socialist/Communist/Nazi/philatelist” sign, but it wasn’t, and I immediately had to turn away, as one more nanosecond of seeing it would cause some “projectile distress” from my stomach. I screamed “You should be ashamed of yourself!” and probably would have screamed more if Estes hadn’t had...