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In response to a previous post on bumper sticker vandalism, How teabaggers mark “their” territory, I received a snail mail care package from an operative living in the Glorious Socialist Fascist Communistic People’s Republic of the Greater Chicago Metroplex containing, count ’em, two replacement bumper stickers.

Being a resident of the Glorious Socialist Fascist Communistic People’s Republic of the Greater Chicago Metroplex and possessing a college education allows one to make ready allegorical references to ancient Greek stories. Except, if we recall, this story didn’t end too well for the Hydra, did it? Eh, we got the basic point.

Now I’m good to 2036.