And another thing.

Richard Daley, Sonia Sotomayor, Ruth Bader Ginsburg, Stephen Breyer, do me a favor and burn in hell.

Happy trails to flippy-floppy "libertarian" John Paul Stevens, sent merrily on his way today with a boot in his ass.

Opening thoughts

I'm sure you've all put a great deal of thought into this. Frankly, so have I. It's a timeless question. It's set the greatest minds our generation at ill-ease with no clear answer in sight. It's the sort of question with shores at which a gnat may drink or an elephant may bathe.

When the dead rise, what weapons should we blast them with?

Honest appraisal of this question requires a few levels of consideration. Firearms are tools, and picking tools for a job is a logical process. You would no more hammer a nail with a screwdriver than get drunk with Mountain Dew.

The post-apocalyptic world (at the risk of exposing myself to well-deserved ridicule, that's the PAW, for short) is, at this point, and quite obviously, hypothetical. How it will look, what unique challenges it will bring, and what we as Survivors must do to outlast hell on earth is anyone's guess.

The important thing to remember here is that we are Survivors. We could just give it up, find a comfortable tree, have a sit-down against it, and the give it a thick coating of explosively decompressed neural tissue and skull fragments. But we won't. We're going to put every single last one of those things back in the ground.

There will be three core considerations to this particular logical line:

Apocalyptic and post-apocalyptic conditions

Zombie biology

Cartridge, action type, and platform

Obviously, these go beyond the scope of a single post. Also, at this point, I am into my cups celebrating the end of a fine day spurred on by the McDonald decision.

So we shall further pursue this line of inquisition tomorrow.

This video is preposterous.

I haven't giggled like that in a while.

Edit: Apparently it's meant to be deadly serious. Which would make the video even better.

OTEP: I needed to do something. To Speak out. So, I wrote WARHEAD. I saw through all the lies and bullshit of why we were in Iraq and why we needed to stop Saddam.

I can't rationally see where that's the truth, though.

I joined a gym today.

In other news, the heavens parted for choirs of angels at precisely 4:07 p.m. and a calculus student in Idaho successfully divided by zero on a TI-83 during the lunch hour.

Man-boobs, BE GONE.