I took it as a flippant lie, a puckish way to half-throw the scent off.  I suspect that he actually loves dipping into political expression, hopes that people will see something new in them, wants to be part of the whole change thing, but doesn't want to seem overly involved or falsely sincere about things.  If a…

I'll throw Venture Bros commentaries in the ring as well.  It's part commentary, part podcast, and part two really awesome friends sharing a rapport.

When you see Vendata face on, he kind of has the Monarch's overbite and mouth area going on.  Admittedly, it might be that I'm expecting to see it, and the creators have acknowledged that face shapes aren't a great indicator all the time in the show, but still, I see it.

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My personal theory is that Jonas Jr is actually a clone of Jonas, but Rusty is a normally-fertilized son.  Jonas Sr, we've heard, never really figured the knots out of cloning, since the surrogate womb would reject any purely Jonas DNA.  He needed a host to carry the clone to term, but the host would have to be a DNA…

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I'm not talking about Major Tom.  I'm talking about a separate guy who died in a different plane crash, the crash that left Monarch stranded in a grove filled with Monarch Butterflies.

So Vendata is what, Monarch's dad or something?  Can we talk crazy theories here?

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That's good, it needed to be done.

I know that there's potential in relating erections to Blood Mountain, but I haven't quite gotten there yet.

I mean, Pacific Rim is right there.

Well sure, I could just avoid the things I'm bitching about, but then I'd lose my best bitching material.

Can you honestly say you wouldn't do the same in his place?

More like…Bl…Blunder the…the…shit, I had something for this.

I was scared of pretty much all things as a kid, but halfway through high school, these things just stopped bothering me because I realized that no matter what was chasing me, I only had one plan, and it involved a sledgehammer.  That was the best defense I was ever going to have against anything, and whether or not…

Chinese Theater in the Days of Kublai Khan, by J.I. Crump.

Right, like they'd reveal the ACTUAL Deepthroat like that, rather than pick some old schmuck so people would finally stop asking inconvenient questions and let the real Deepthroat get on with his (or her[m]?) real business.

And Fugazi just chills in the rumpus room.

Boo!  Feelings are dumb and you should feel bad for having them!