Meet the Anti-Mob

Here is a wonderful little tidbit on who is sticking up for you against the Nazi thugs, the little old grandmothers and grandfathers, the state-at-home moms, and the other vile scum who show up at these Tea Parties and chant, disrupt, and otherwise knock your poor union-obliged congressional representative into some Ralph Kramdenesque fit of stammering with their questions.






So, now you can wear your purple shirts (but be sure you get the tent-sized one to hide the enourmous beer gut), slip in the side doors of the meeting halls, and tear all of the Gadsden flags out of the filthy, vile demonstrators' hands you want - with impunity.