Pitty the Foo!

So, it is not the Mr. T Party.  Mr. T would not worry about voting the Socialists and Wimps out of office.  Gold chains clanking and dialog lacking, Mr. T would just throw them directly into Boston Harbor.  Or any nearby Ave.

Don't pretend you don't feel the same way about your computer, either.

America's Fraternity of Teabaggers, which changed its name to The Tea Party Of Wonderland, is still at it.  And now, they have their own heretofore bored, 3D Alice in Sarah Palin, the Governor of Alaska who can see farther than the Who on a clear day.  The Teabaggers finally have the honest-to-God, really high-pitched squeak that might get them some serious media grease.

Especially the serious part. At the outset of their coverage, the media reported on the Teabaggers with a stage snicker and all the immediacy of a snipe hunt.  Could anyone get past the fact that the Teabaggers loved that name and had no idea how to use Google (there being no "Bing!" on your favorite TV show at that early date).  After the media-lashing about their collective face, the Teabaggers did some research on a borrowed set of Wikipedia and said, "Oh."

And the Tea Party ("TP") of Wonderland was born.

Long before Tim Burton and IMAX landed a Hatter's hat or a Red Queen's foot-pig in you lap.

The TP is all about squeaking out against taxes.  Any taxes, all taxes.  And spending.  Any spending, all spending. And government, all government.  The TP wants Americans to keep all of their money so that they may invest it wisely in new jobs and credit default swap options.

The shockingly almost-bold, near-revolutionary TP wants any politician who is in government and who casts an aye toward taxes or spending to be voted out of office. 

Yes, voted.  Not lined up against a wall and pelted with New Classic Comic Bibles.  (Even the abridged ADHD version can really hurt if thrown only a foot or two.)

Yes, voted.  Not sprayed with blood, dropped twenty feet from a Boeing 777, or sunburned with a looking glass in a soccer stadium.

Whose a whimpy Dormouse?

Some Republicans, mostly peeking out from under the checkered tablecloth when the TP is nigh, are worried that the ultra-reactionary TP will push the Republican party off the underlying table, spilling GOP candidates along with the caffeine water, by pushing the Greed Old Party farther to the Right.

Like that's possible.

And, don't tell anyone, but that Cheshire-stlyle smile you see floating above the Tea Party?  That big, toothy smile looks awfully Hawaiian, doesn't it?