Passed by some teapartier peeps on my way to lunch today. Reading their signs reminded me of a little poem I have hanging on my cubical wall. This little ditty came from a Mad magazine published at some point in my childhood–a photocopy of which I’ve lugged around to every cubical job since, roughly, the turn of the century. I’ll reproduce it here:

The Super Patriot
See the Super Patriot
Hear him preach how he loves his country.
Hear him preach how he hates “Liberals”…
And “Moderates”…and “Intellectuals”…
And “Activists”…and “Pacifists”…
And “Minority Groups”… and “Aliens”…
And “Unions”…and “Teenagers”…
And the “Very Rich”…and the “Very Poor”…
And “People With Foreign-Sounding Names”.
Now you know what a Super Patriot is.
He’s someone who loves his country
While hating 93% of the people who live in it.

I loved Mad as a kid.