You can't imagine how many of these guys live in Oregon. He's the prototype: heavily armed, brain ravaged by booze and senility, tea party patriot on some kind of dole. One or more restraining orders. Mysterious constructions underneath their yards. God's only son.

They're really getting worse, aren't they?

Can the DOJ set me up with a microwave weapon? I've always wanted one. When Russia sold off all their awesome firearms on the cheap, there wasn't a single psychotronic weapon amongst them, which I always thought was kind of lame.

This reminds me of the time I caught the ferry to Shelbyville. I needed a new heel for m'shoe. So I decided to go to Morganville, which is what they called Shelbyville in those days. So I tied an onion to my belt, which was the style at the time. Now, to take the ferry cost a nickel, and in those days, nickels had pictures of bumblebees on 'em. "Gimme five bees for a quarter," you'd say. Now where were we... oh yeah. The important thing was that I had an onion on my belt, which was the style at the time. I didn't have any white onions, because of the war. The only thing you could get was those big yellow ones...

I'll just leave this right here:

http://www.oregonstatehospital.net/d/story.html

Objection, leading question