Explosive Tempers

The next stop was a gruesome site. People writhed on the ground with various holes in their chests and appendages. Every now and then someone would walk by and wave at us, only to have an explosion burst from their chest and they would fall over screaming in pain. This was where loud and obnoxious people in social situations ended up. I saw a lot of coke heads here and all the political junkies who had ruined perfectly good nights of drinking. Michael Moore was particularly gross, writhing in a big puddle of blood and fat as his stomach kept exploding. I asked him what his thoughts were and he said, "The Bush administration's tyranny will not be accepted by anyone. I'll burn in Hell and be a martyr if it means that people can see the evils of their corruption. Are you a Republican?" I shook my head, telling him I was a moderate. "Fence-sitter" he snarled. I laughed and said, "You're the one burning in Hell for being a political extremist. It never occured to you that just maybe, maybe 51% of the country has a semi-logical reason for voting for Bush? At the very least you have to admit you only speak for half the country." Apparently, he did not. Most of the FOX news network team was here as well, still yelling over people who disagreed with them. One of them started arguing with Faulkner about the meaning of 'Absalom, Absalom' and Faulkner tore off his arm and started hitting him with it. It was time to go.