Feeling a little less wretched, but still; have some awesome

Still out of it, so have some music. Tonight, in honor of the teabaggers, the birthers, the extortionist militias, the Becks and the Limbaughs and even the Taitzs, for the theologians at Conservapedia and for Texan historians and Czar warriors, for the goons, turds, lunatics, tools, ignoramuses, and assholes--more only-one-good-eyed awesomeness than they could ever deserve.

That's right. It's Bowie time. I'm afraid I can't help it.