There are no straight lines in this man's wanderings. Please come CAPTION Allen West!!!

[skip fox]

Allen (the logic of grilled peanut butter sandwiches and jelly soup) West is saying, "The Democrats are calling me unhinged! . . . Well, if sniffing out 80 Communists members of The House of Representatives and thereby helping to save the Republic is 'unhinged,' . . . then I'm proud to be unhinged! . . . If calling the lower classes slaves to an entitlement society which gives them everything, undermining the economy of The United States, is 'unhinged," . . . then, you bet, I'm proud to be unhinged!. . . . If hearing God speak to me at night with Satan screaming in the other ear, warring over the end times while slapping sissy-boys in my dreams, is 'unhinged,' . . . then I'm proud to be unhinged! . . . If . . . (blah, blah, blah)"

[Tommy_Carcetti]

1. "As a great man of history, and as a Modern Day Harriet Tubman, I know slavery quite well...."

"And nothing screams 'slavery' quite like being paid money without having to work for it."

[Jumping John]

2. No I don't use Botox. I am just another Robot Republican. n/t

[struggle4progress]

3. .

http://thelibertytree.me/tag/allen-west-crazy/

[Ikonoklast]

4. West is an ignorant dumbass that wears a bucket on his head.

I wonder how many spiders and dead flies there are inside his cranium.

[SDjack]

5. And, I'm proud to agree with you. You are a lunatic.

If there is an all powerful God, he doesn't need any help from humans to accomplish his agenda. Just flip the heart switch to "off" of those making trouble. Problem solved.
Allen: Now, get some sleep, you poor pathetic whack-job.

[HopeHoops]

6. "I did not have relations with that Taco Bell burrito."

[skip fox]

7. "I'll tell you how I know! . . . I can hear water going through pipes all night

and out of the water come voices, like having a room next to the elevator going up and down all night, and in the morning I remember what the voices say, and last Monday morning I remembered that the voices said 'Kangaroo pie Mommy's little fruit salad went to war with his wee one curled inside him like an evaginated rabbit. You're going to win the election. Tuba's on the radical footpath with frosted foreskins wagging in the breeze while goosing the moment with designer colostomy bags. Loony Fritz boiled his baby in lullabies.' . . . See? It all makes sense!"