Thanks to my friends over at the Davis Graveyard, I was able to practice voodoo.
Problem is I don't hate anyone enough to wish them ill, so I decided to pretend these dolls from New Orleans were John McCain and whomever he picks as his running mate. Yeah, I know McCain's a war hero and all that, but, seriously, the Spanish Civil War was a long time ago. I'm not saying he's too old to be president, but if John McCain were a dog, he'd be 497.
Of course, right after I stuck him with pins, I learned he developed a new spot on his face.
Jeez, I wish I had these babies during the 2000 election. Now I'm going to start working on Antonin Scalia and Clarence Thomas.
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