As a dedicated leftist radical, I have spent my entire adult life trying to build heaven on earth. Alas, my devotion has only brought me a permanent limp, a Gloria Steinem obsession, and a three-pound file with the FBI.
One day, exhausted from my unceasing labor on the behalf of the downtrodden, and despairing from my failure to unionize the packers at the local pickle factory, I ate a Leary biscuit and started to surf the Net in an effort to deaden my grief and ease my soul. I stumbled upon a Flash site, and enlightenment dawned. I didn't have to build heaven; I had found it.
Flash--it immanentizes the eschaton.
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