John Cole made the mistake of watching one of my favorite films with teabaggers on his mind:
Somewhere around the time I cracked the second bottle of wine I started watching Blade Runner, and the scene where Leon was told “The tortoise lays on its back, its belly baking in the hot sun, beating its legs trying to turn itself over, but it can’t. Not without your help. But you’re not helping…” I yelled out “give the fucker a tax cut and tell him to pull himself up by his boot straps.”
Hey, you know the score
, pal. If you're not GOP, you're little people.