2 days and no police state!

Yesterday some kid called me a fascist autocrat*. I laughed about it for a really long time and thought that maybe he took my previous record of anti-fascism plus seventeen years** of non-tyranny related education as some kind of joke. Oh how we laughed. And then he called it to my attention that, up until now, only other Blog-type people have been able to comment on the useless universe that is help! bats! everywhere! So, some kid I barely know, the situation has been remedied.

And anyway, would a fascist really create a photo series starring three potatoes who live in a police state called Kundera, and must seek the guidance of the oracle-potato in order to understand life without tyranny?***

Notes on the Above:
* fascist autocrat: Say it like Mr. Burns would. Oh how I laugh.
**seventeen years: My god. And this is what I've done with it all?!
***three potatoes: Helmut, Ringo, and the Oracle. The series ended abruptly when the stars were roasted with olive oil and kosher salt. How ironic that the dictator of my household should so destroy these symbols of peace and freedom.