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listening to John Carpenter/Alan Howarth scores can be... interesting.
I had a Revelation! The Tea Party deserves a homeland and I know just where to move them.
In 2010, the idiocy rate in the United States rises four hundred percent. The once great city of New York becomes the one Tea Party reserve for the entire country. A fifty-foot containment wall is erected along the New Jersey shoreline, across the Harlem River, and down along the Brooklyn shoreline. It completely surrounds Manhattan Island. All bridges and waterways are mined. The United States Police Force, like an army, is encamped around the island. There are no guards inside the Tea Party Homeland, only Tea Partiers and the worlds they have made. The rules are simple: once you go in, you don't come out.
I had a Revelation! The Tea Party deserves a homeland and I know just where to move them.
In 2010, the idiocy rate in the United States rises four hundred percent. The once great city of New York becomes the one Tea Party reserve for the entire country. A fifty-foot containment wall is erected along the New Jersey shoreline, across the Harlem River, and down along the Brooklyn shoreline. It completely surrounds Manhattan Island. All bridges and waterways are mined. The United States Police Force, like an army, is encamped around the island. There are no guards inside the Tea Party Homeland, only Tea Partiers and the worlds they have made. The rules are simple: once you go in, you don't come out.
