You speak the truth, HonestAmerican. And for that, you can expect Black Panther thugs at your door, driven there in an unmarked DOJ vehicle with Eric "GinNJuice" Holder at the wheel.

Ah, this story warms my heart.......the same feeling I got when watching the film "A Good Year" in which Russell Crowe's character drives by a group of french cyclists, extends his middle finger through the sunroof and declares "Vive La Armstrong" at the top of his lungs! Classic!

Ugh, make sure you deodorize it first......the smell of crap and patchouli will keep the carolers away.

Well, they have some......but the last time I checked, a Colt 1911a1 trumps a Raven 25 any day ; - )

LOL.........we need Charlton Heston driving the truck...."Out of my way, you damned dirty apes!"

I've seen these guys in the picture at blood drives......they unpack the truck, set up the tables and then read magazines and listen to their iPods until it's time to pack up and leave. Oh yes, a VERY stressful work environment. I'm not exactly sure how failing to pander to these low skilled bottom feeders endangers donors in any way. The medical PROFESSIONALS who draw my blood are always pleasant and very serious about my safety (As an R2 donor, my donations can last an hour or more).

A final point: If I'm driving a 2 ton truck and a 2 yr old's life was at stake, I wouldn't bother to discuss the situation with soon to be roadkill.

This comes as no surprise.......sickening.

Reminds me of the classic Rudyard Kipling story turned film "The Man who would be King", in which the disgraced foe's head would be cut off to be used as a polo ball........ (they may want to convert Michelle's herb garden into a polo field)

"Do they always use such a big ball?"

" Depend on size of man's head. Big head, big ball, small head, small ball. That Bashki man. Oh big damn head."