Let's stick to a recent popular theme. The libs love to believe we are all fascist mind slaves to the evil Rove/Limbaugh conspiracy.
Who are we to argue?
My name is Isolukuta. I am the leader of the feeders of Rove.
You may notice those antennae sticking out of my neck. Those are the eyes and ears by which the mighty Rove sees through me.
They were given to me in the dim time, which was sometime between The great President Reagan and President Bush
It's hard to remember, since my tranquil life of fruit collection, listening to conservative talk radio and basking in immortal celibacy leaves me thinking of nothing else.
This is the evil lair of Master Rove. As you can see, he has been engaged in evil garage cleaning. Bring your tribute of Cuban cigars, filet mignons, lobster and single malt scotch. Throw them in the big mouth over there.
Alright forget all that.
Just ask your questions. The mighty Rove will not speak to you directly. He speaks only through me.