Whoa! I’m a domestic terrorist? Then, where’s my cushy university job? Where’s my grant money?
Ahhh…right-wing domestic terrorists; there’s the rub. I guess I ought to consider myself lucky not to be imprisoned in a gulag outside of Berkeley, weaving bamboo placemats for the dining-room tables of the tofu-eating professoriate.
Update: Hey, we’re not just “right-wing domestic terrorists”; many of us are also “a$$holes”. What next? Fascists? Ku-Kluxers? Bat-fowling maggot-pies? A foul and pestilent congregation of vapours? (These last two courtesy of the Shakespearean insult generator).
Update II: Well, lookee here! A picture of a whole room full of right-wing domestic terrorist a$$holes (notice fascist salute being given by two be-wigged Nazis on left).