Sunday Morning Open Thread

I haven't got much time for much of anything else. Mrs. JP and I will be meeting my son Adam later today.

So, in lieu of actual, honest to God blogging screaming about the injustice of the Man oppressing and otherwise buttfucking the proletariat without either lubrication or a reacharound, tell me your stories of taking your money out of a big bank and into a community bank or credit union. Any snotty comments from 30 year-old branch managers with too much gel in their hair saying, "You'll be back"? I wanna hear it


Or, you can tell us about how you're attempting to lynch Citizen Herman Cain in a high tech manner for calling him on sexually harassing not one not two but three women. Oh, no one knows the trouble he's seen and is about to see when that gag order finally gets lifted.


Oh, and did you set your clocks back one hour last night?

I'll be back tomorrow shaking the pigeon shit off the rafters but today belongs to a father and son.