Ahhh zee French Turkey. No I am not talking about French rock music or french rap, rather I am speaking of the bird. It's beautiful call "le gobble gobble" has kept me away from my blog for sometime, and I would like to apologize to you, the loyal reader (singular), for withholding my bloggy goodness from your lives.
That said, here is a pretty terrific little article about something that happened about 400 feet from the door to my office. It involves a crazy person, a child molester van, some kind of banner, and a molotov cocktail. Benjamin, my faithful intern, can’t believe he missed this incident to go home and bond with his parents’ credit card.
Now you may read this article and think “As the DC’s government’s entire tax base comes from its high sales tax on liquor, 40s, cigarettes, cheap chinese food, and high top sneakers, who in their right mind would waste an expensive bottle of liquor on trying to blow up K street?” However, it's touching little moments like these then make me thankful that D.C is home to the United States' government, and therefore all its crazy half baked semi-terrorist protesters, which again is pretty frickin' cool.
See you with a real updated post toute suite!
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