I can make out the image of a young boy, his brow furrowed in confusion, holding the hand of his father. "Who are they, Daddy?" he asks as hearses containing bloated, lifeless bodies roll by. "Who are those people they speak of?" The father will lower his head and say, "There, my son, go the remains of tea-baggers, the most homophobic, racist, abominable lumps of festering dog shit in the history of America. May the likes of them never again soil or tarnish our great country."