I thought I was a liberal twinkie and I know I'm probably unilluminated. I HATE meetings. My Father was rarely amused at my humor. Come to think of it, my wife and kids aren't either. Neither are the neighbors -- and they think I'm a neanderthal...
Sigh. This is so confusing. What's bringing all this jazz outa the wood work? Christmas? Over bourboned Egg Nog?
I have trouble coping with complex theories, therefor I've decided to label myself as a neo-Zionistic proto diluvian and I'm sticking with that no matter what either side's fringe wants to call me. NZPD for short, not to be confused with the far better known (and probably more efficient) Slapout PD.
Fortunately, i'm old and therefor will not remember any of this tomorrow...
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