Happy Fourth and shit Americans! My Fourth started with an inexplicable, painfully patriotic and deafening low-altitude formation flyover by four A-10 Warthog attack bombers. Living in a media-induced heightened state of fear (and a drug/mental illness-induced state of paranoia), I jumped to the conclusion that things were, well, jumping off. But as I cooled my jets (yeah that's right), I realized that all was well, and that when you get down to it, the future's only as bleak as you'd like it to be.
So tell us Mr. Laroquette...
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