I an in control - don't worry

Kaboom, Kaboom

The Baron today reads off numbers that demonstrate the degree to which we are enslaved by a welfare system more pernicious than he, or I, could have thought possible.  “ I promise you, I read the article and felt physically sick after I’d finished. That’s not hyperbole: I felt nauseated. ” I am just one mention of the word "Amnesty" away from a tower and a high powered rifle as it is, so I did not read the whole article, but I read enough.    Fortunately, I have been so thoroughly grounded in a respect for the law, and the majesty of this noble experiment which is the United States, that I will remain holstered.  Instead, I'll write another novel. This one is about a handsome, mild mannered all-American boy who becomes slightly unhinged after watching Edward Kennedy on C-Span.  So unhinged that he repairs to his garage and puts the finishing touches on  a 20 megaton suitcase nuke which he then detonates in the Capitol Rotunda 10 minutes into a State of the Union address.  The new government  moves the nation's capitol to the top of Mount McKinley, and proscribes  the building of  access roads or landing strips.  "Public servants" ride pack mules and goats to work. So arduous is this, and finding decent help just impossible, that congress is in session just 30 days every other year. Ten-thousand years of American peace, prosperity, and world supremacy follow, and the young man is honored by having Kennedy Airport renamed for him. I need a cigarette,