I'll be honest. When I decided to head down to the tea party in D.C. today, I just expected to spend the morning rolling my eyes, laughing at some (most) of the people there, and maybe occasionally resisting the urge to punch someone, but generally just amuse myself at the freak show around me.
But you know what? I learned a few things. About teabaggers. And indeed, I think about life itself.
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