Strange interlude in teabaggerland

So there's a group of us that on Wednesdays go to the friendly Irish pub. It used to be Thursdays, but there's this extremely attractive waitress. But tonight was a little out of the ordinary. Apparently the place had been co-opted by a group called "We Are Breitbart" and a group wearing pink tee-shirts festooned with the words "Give Rubio the pinkslip". Yes, it seems like Rubio is too liberal and needs to go. Several speakers extolled the virtues of Breitbart and my thinking was, "Sure beats having to work at a real job!" The second speaker was a very attractive dark-skinned woman who went through her shameful history of voting for democrats and finally saw the true light of voting for people like Bush and Palin . Somebody asked us if we were for Andrew Breitbart. Natually I suggested we celebrate that he's fucking dead. We usually stay for well over two hours but had to leave after a half hour of hell. Yes, they were complaining about us, especially after one played the Horst-Wessel song on his smartphone accompanied with "Sieg Heil salutes. I reminded my friends that we were surrounded by people who were angry and probably armed and that since they had been fucked were looking to vote for somebody who would fuck them worse.

Now mind you that we have some conservatives in our group, but we're the kind of conservatives who fought in Vietnam or helped put a man on the Moon.