A black bowel cake of hate and misery, slathered with a heavy frosting of vituperation and sprinkled decoratively with screamy, raw-tonsiled vocals—both male and female. Comes in an attractive box festooned with Winston Smith style cut-and-paste graphics that seem to portray the rich white men currently presiding over our nation as sinister buffoons. Because of my innate inability to stay serious for more than a few minutes at a time, it’s nothing I’d make a steady diet of. But really, what’s not to like?
–aphid ()