Door No. 3

So each and every day I pass a heartwarming "Resist or Die!" sticker left over by one of the tiny handful of moonbats who made up the "Drive Out the Bush Regime" tea in Public Square in November.

Now, I didn't resist, and I didn't die. But I guess it takes a challenge to one's own mortality to get the kids out of bed these days. Sure, when P. Diddy says Vote or Die, you listen, bitch!

Alas, back to work on my line of children's books: Eat Your F&$*#in' Green Beans or Die!, followed by Clean Your Goddamn Room or Die! next summer.