Things are no longer what they seem to be. My telephones are haunted, and animals whisper at me from unseen places.
We can't stop here, this is bat country!
The downward spiral of Dumbness in America is about to hit a new low.
It's in my interest, in ours perhaps, or maybe the interests of the greater good, for me to smoke a joint, and calm down.
There may be flies on you and me, but there are no flies on Jesus.
I believe the Republicans have never thought that democracy was anything but a tribal myth.