Apologies to my readers, both of you, for the absence of a posting during the election returns.
I was in Nevada hunting mamma grizzly with Harry Reid.
Above is a postcard I prepared celebrating the hunt. That's Harry just after he bagged his mamma grizzly named Sharron. The "don't tread on me" flag was Harry's idea. He's really a fun and funny guy around a campfire. He told me stories about how Paul Laxalt and Alfred Regnery were actually homosexual lovers who kept a secret love nest at the Silver Slipper casino and helped Howard Hughes extort Banana Ripple ice cream from the Baskin Robbins family in LA on behalf of the Mormon Mafia. Sure he did.
After Harry finished field dressing his mamma grizzly (using the hunters axe in the photo above) we drove back to his ranch in Searchlight - wherever the hell that is - and handed crazy Sharron over to a team of loyal butchers and taxidermy specialists who would lovingly turn her into tasty cuts of backstrap/tenderloin, bearpaw boots and a small bathroom throw rug.
The photo above - click for a closer look - is Harry in his trophy room with the glorious wall mounted rougue taxidermic remains of Sharron the tea-bear. Sharron Angle, the mamma grizzly who had the misfortune of trying to steal Harry Reid's picnic basket. Heh, indeedy.