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STAND BESIDE HER (AND GUIDE HER) 


"Man is the only Patriot. He sets himself apart in his own country, under his own flag, and sneers at the other nations, and keeps multitudinous uniformed assassins on hand at heavy expense to grab slices of other people's countries, and keep them from grabbing slices of his. And in the intervals between campaigns he washes the blood of his hands and works for 'the universal brotherhood of man' with his mouth."
—Mark Twain

"Patriotism is the conviction that your country is superior
to all others because you were born in it."
—George Bernard Shaw

“Patriotism doesn’t automatically equal conservatism.”
—Tony Stark

PARTY GAMES 



When desert temperatures climb well into the triple digits, Dr. D recommends staying indoors, cranking up the air conditioner, and inventing your own party games for both people and pets.

Following are the names of some of the summertime activities we enjoy here at the Maricopa Cabana:

Boo Ball
Feline Conga Line
Chandler's Got Talent
Scooby Snack Stash House (aka Omar's Coming)
Controlled Demolition
Gilbert Girls Gone Wild
Sparkle Motion
Somnial Pursuit (aka Sassy Tag)
Bobbing for Validation
Carpe DM
False Flag Football
What-What?
Manifest Destiny's Child
Kitty Cat Casting Couch
Rock' Em Sock 'Em Lolcats
Fox in the Hen House
Absinthe Pong
Hide & Critique
Circus Cats
Tent City Tryouts
Mister Plow
Twenty Accusations
Rationalization Roulette
Shadow Assimilation Showdown
Cyberotica Charades
Scrabulous Glossolalia
Sad Libs
Six Degrees of Kenny Dorham
Bi-Polar Express (aka Charlie Sheen Trampoline)
Big Game Hunter
Sagebrush Rebellion (aka Razing Arizona)
Bebop Mall Cops (aka Jazz Judge & Jury)
Redneck Rehab (aka Hillbilly Homeschool)
Selective Abstraction
Confirmation Bias Bingo
Antisocial Media Mogul
Medicine Cabinet Scavenger Hunt
Pin the Blame on the Wealthy

E.B. WHITE ON NEW YORK CITY IN 1949 



"The city, for the first time in its long history, is destructible. A single flight of planes no bigger than a wedge of geese can quickly end this island fantasy, burn the towers, crumple the bridges, turn the underground passages into lethal chambers, cremate the millions. The intimation of mortality is part of New York now: in the sound of jets overhead, in the black headlines of the latest edition."
~Here is New York, E.B. White (1949)
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