Anyone want to join my liberal militia? No guns or anything -- we just go out in the woods and feel guilty about stuff. It's fun.Why would they bother going out into the woods to feel guilty? I mean, they're liberals - they're supposed to feel guilty everywhere.
Liberals going into the woods to feel guilty is called "camping".
"Liberals going into the woods to feel guilty is called "camping"."
ReplyDeleteI have to disagree; what they do is "nature encounters".
Camping is when you build campfires, chop wood, catch fish and eat them, and hunt for edible critters. All the things that liberals would feel guilty about if they did them.
Do they sit around naked beating drums after a group-therapy session of tree-hugging? Didn't they make that movie already? Teh Narrative is used-up.
ReplyDeleteThe liberal militia? Kind of like a "manly Barney Frank" or "svelte Oprah."
ReplyDeleteNo guns or anything? Well, I guess the bears gotta eat too.
ReplyDeletereminds me of a joke, actually. Old, but still hilarious....
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An atheist was walking through the woods one day, and out popped this huge grizzly bear. The Poor fool started running, wildly flailing his limbs in panic. The bear, being no fool to, well, an easy lunch, gave chase.
The bear caught up in no time! Knocked to the ground, with the bear about to have an easy meal, the atheist prayed, "Oh god, please help me!"
Time suddenly slowed to a crawl, then a stop, with the bears claws within inches of the atheists' face. A cloud of smoke, a chime of angels, and a split nano-second later, Jesus appeared before the soon-to-be dead idjit.
"Why have you called me, son, when you do not believe?"
To which the atheist replied, "I was desperate; it was a last-ditch effort to save my life. Oh, thank you Jesus, thank you."
"What do you wish of me, my son?" Jesus said.
"I'd wish the bear were a good christian, like yourself, so that he would not kill me and eat me", The atheist hastily replied.
"Let it be done. The Bear is now a Christian" And Jesus abruptly vanished.
Time came back, with the bear at his throat, and a quizzical look upon its furry face.
The atheist looked at the bear. The bear looked at the atheist.
The bear suddenly sat down, clasped its enormous paws together, and growled, "Thank you, Lord, for the meal I'm about to receive."