A Day in the Life of a Right-Wing Extremist

Not a lot of time for blogging today. I've a doozy of an idea growing in my head, but the wife has me scheduled for church (even Nazis must give up their narcissism for an hour a week).

And then I need to spend the rest of the day working on a secret nefarious business plan for toppling the government. You know: a right-wing extremist's work is never done.

However, since you're here, I beg you to click over to Big Hollywood and read this, by the always incredible Moxie. Allow me to give you just a little taste:

9:00 AM:
Crawl out of bed, go downstairs and hit the “on” switch for my Anger Manufacturing Plant, located conveniently in the basement — right next to my wine cellar.

9:10 AM:
Sign a few five-figure checks from the big drug and insurance companies and instruct Consuela to go deposit them in my bank account.

9:30 AM:
Go back to sleep with my life-sized Founding Fathers dolls, dream of freedom from the socialist Obama regime.