The Iconoclast waxes poetic over the news of the end of a traditional Springdale fest:
Oh, somewhere in this favored land the sun is shining bright,
Mariachi bands are playing, and somewhere hearts are light,
And somewhere hombres are laughing, and little ninos shout;
But there is no joy in Springdale — the mighty Chicken was kicked out.
Let us not forget: 'a rising tide raises all yachts.' Results of any targeted tax…
Here's an addendum to what I mentioned above: Allen West: If We Forced Kids To…
That's one helluva story Cato. You know there's some serious corruption being hidden.