Beyond Imagination. And the Postal Service

It's a sunny day in the Maoist stronghold of the Pacific Northwest. Patriots are waking up to a new day of rage, destruction, and madness.

But not to worry. That's the other side. We have things to do.

Also, do not go to the Post Office if you can avoid it. Government-worker incompetent smugness is just about impossible to overlook. Even the lefties with me in line were ready to jump the plexiglass encased counter.

No free-TVs. No slave-made Nikes. Only stamps. But hey. We have to start small.