i wake up somewhere in ohio. everything is corn. the buildings? corn. rivers? corn. cars? corn. a lone man walks down the corn-paved road towards me. "thank god, a real person" i exclaim. but as he approaches, it becomes clear that i was wrong. for he is a corn man
@bernardsull @KeatonPatti@andyroddick American Cornservatism is extinct. All that's left are reactionaries and weirdos cosplaying Kernel Kurtz in their own off-the-cob militias.