Thursday, September 25, 2008

In The Company Of Mavericks


I know what I want in my next leader, and I'm not alone.





That's right, a MAVERICK!  A loose cannon.  Someone who dances to the beat of his own drum...





Whether that person hates Jews, belongs in an institution, is going to die and leave a moronic ass in charge, or is listened to by my father is neither here nor there.

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