Hello again, America!
Just a quick note from up here in Kolob, the heavenly body nearest to the throne of God that Bishop Romney's always on about -- where the children of rape victims frolic with terrified puppies recently released from their space-traveling cages mounted outside the tops of inter-galactic Mormon rockets.
I have to be honest with ya: this place is awful. The men all have freaky mustaches and the women smell like home-made bee-wax candles. Joseph Smith must have mis-read the stones, they really said "go south, to the Caribbean" -- not to the fucking desert, where everything is dead, and boring. Without an ounce of caffeine, a snickers bar, or a single freaking can of O-Doul's in sight.
I just wanted to check in and say: be careful about that Romney; he's a doosh and he might fuck up everything good I did. I voted for the other guy.