Can we always reach a compromise with our political enemies? Fafnir and Giblets argue each side of the question from the safety of their tree top—safe, that is, from the zombies that lurk below. Their conclusion?

“Evil Mount Rushmore was over five thousand feet tall an carved out of a single block of patriotic terror,” says me.
“When its giant monster presidents rampaged through New York, the national guard was helpless with inspiration,” says Giblets. “Until one little boy defeated them with the power of caring.”
“That little boy grew up to be Franklin Roosevelt,” says me, “who told us we have nothing to fear but fear itself.”
“Fear and Zombie Franklin Roosevelt,” says Giblets, “who will eat our brains and detain our japanese-americans.”
“He’s headin this way!” says me.
“Giblets is totally gonna hit im with this rock,” says Giblets.

[tags]compromise, fear, funny, satire, liberals, zombies[/tags]