As I’m on the other side of the pond, we have a different set of parties to deal with. Fortunately, at least here you have a choice other than A, B, or a party that’s gonna lose.

If you meet the good tea on the street, spill it.

I say we take strawberry, chocolate, and vanilla (y’know, Neapolitan) and mix it all together. We’ll call it: Santorum.

Now that’s ice cream!

Also: will we be fighting a war on Christmas? I’ve been sculpting infants out of my own turds and was hoping to place them in nativities.

That being said, I can’t think of a better target of opportunity. Good hunting!

Populism (aka the Southern Strategy, aka racism-misogyny-and-ignorance) cannot be solved with either the methods or the rhetoric of war. If anything, it will embolden the enemy and give them evidence to support their raving lunacy. I’d rather their raving lunacy be unfounded; it’s so much easier to mock that way.

Of course, if this were a stealth campaign involving assassination of key business leaders (aka the Real Government), I’d be all over it. What can I say? I’m a traditionalist.