A Modest AstroProposal

Back pain is diminished by some muscle relaxers that left me feeling like a bug in the middle of a cock fight...SHUDDER...or perhaps like most Iraqi citizens who have been liberated times 1,000. Either way, it became obvious to me in my drug-induced state that the simple and hyperbolic answer to all our problems is to simply round up the hate-mongering, greed-infested so-called Christian activists who have hijacked the entire country (and several parts of the world), and either put them all to sleep quietly, or lock them in the Astrodome and fill it every other hour, alternately, with helium, and then laughing gas.

It's the only logical and final solution and my own modest proposal.

For you FBI agents watching, that is what we writers call satire. So take off your shiny boots and take a pill, er...muscle relaxer.