Erick, Son of Erick, the Red Ass-Chapped, is so mad, he is hopping.
At what point do the people tell the politicians to go to hell? At what point do they get off the couch, march down to their state legislator’s house, pull him outside, and beat him to a bloody pulp for being an idiot?
At some point soon, it will happen. It’ll be over an innocuous issue. But the rage is building. It’s not a partisan issue. There is bipartisan angst at out of control government made worse by dumb bans like this and unintended consequences like AIG’s bonus problems.
This is over laundry detergent. No, really. That's not a joke.
Anyway, as to the "the rage is building" idea, well, no. No, it isn't.
The number of Americans who believe that the nation is headed in the right direction has roughly tripled since Barack Obama's election.
Hard as it may be to believe, most Americans don't want to run around in the woods yelling "Wolverines." Neither do they especially want to be ruled by the idiots who do enjoy adolescent fantasies like that, especially when they start babbling about lynching people and yammering on about "cleaning my gun right about now waiting to protect my property from the coming riots or the government aparatchicks coming to enforce nonsensical legislation." Such talk is more likely to inspire responses along the lines of "let me back away from the crazy person."
Moreover, Erick the Jammies Warrior ("In my dreams I get to be a Viking!") here also exhibits the typical wingnut unwillingness to grasp the distinction between federal and local government, largely because doing so would get in the way of the masturbatory Patrick Swayze fantasies.