From over the weekend: A quick bit of photochopping we did for our favorite dalmation pup…
Her fellow denizens of the super-moral highground will note with approval how demure their little Michele is — certainly much properer than that French tart (aka Liberté Gone Wild.)
01/31/2011 Zut Alors! New and Improved!: La Bachmann: Inanité, Insanité, Célébrité
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Careful, they will be rounding you up for a re-education camp.
Uh huh. But wait — isn’t that what us Librul Demonrats are getting ready to do to them??
Perfection.
Oh, yea, that’s right.
Aren’t you glad that Michele Bachmann’s around to helpfully scold us for the many ways in which we fail to live up to her super extra superior moral values — while making the baby Jebus cry? Gosh. She’s swell.
“perfection”?
Almost, but not quite.
For perfection, the tricolour needs to be replaced by the Gadsden “Don’t tread on me” flag.
Gah! You’ve been reading my mind, haven’t you?! I’ve been thinking about that exact thing for quite a while now. Really. You’re absolutely right. I’m taking this as a sign that it’s time I got up off my ass and did it. Thanks for the nudge, Tony!