Game wardens man the moonbat migration route on K Street, ensuring that despite all their rage, they will still just be moonbats in a cage. Spring is in the air here in Washington, DC. The cherry blossoms have come and gone, the sun is shining, the air is thick with pollen and representatives of the IMF and World Bank are gathering, factors that all combine to form a perfect storm of seasonal moonbat migration in the downtown area of the District. As a research scientist dedicated to documenting the behaviors of the order Chiroptera, I considered this a miraculous opportunity,...
