Oh, the soft, warm radiance of democray; Nebraska's legislature in use.

Now if only they'll legalize curb-stomping and lynching... Well, then I think I could just live out of my pickup truck with nothing but my .45, country-music records, and NASCAR commemorative plates... Oh, I can see the glory, la la la la la...

"Somebody told me when the bomb hits, everybody in a two mile radius will be instantly sublimated, but if you lay face down on the ground for some time, avoiding the residual ripples of heat, you might survive, permanently fucked up and twisted like you're always underwater refracted. But if you do go gas, there's nothing you can do if the air that was once you is mingled and mashed with the kicked up molecules of the enemy's former body. Big-kid-tested, motherf--ker approved."