oh my dog, the hybrid zionazi's back in the same parking spot behind the theological seminary. i saw the tell-tale white beater and i thought it was vacant, and then saw him reclined in the driver's seat, and he slowly rose up like a ghoul as i passed and i wrapped my keffiyeh tighter and kept on trucking. the day after agent orange wins the election. dog, the creep factor keeps on creeping. everyone seems depressed here but sure there are some 72 million jubilating. oh my dog, is this the end?