We at Uncle Sam's Inkwell are ardent believers in the notion that it's better to be a smartass than a dumbass. If you agree, there's a good chance you'll enjoy your visit, and you'll likely be back for more.

 

Uncle Sam's Inkwell isn't a safe space for anyone, it's an equal opportunity offender. It's a funhouse mirror, reflecting back in the complacent faces of the American people their own idiotic idiosyncrasies. The proposition we offer is pretty simple: You act like a nut, and we're going to treat you like a nut. We aren't going to pull punches; we aren't wearing kid gloves. This isn't a pillow fight, this is politics. We aren't delicate with fragile egos. Our schtick is as subtle and elegant as a brick hurtling headlong through a stained-glass window. We eat sacred cows in these parts.

 

If you're up for it and not uppity, if you're down but not a downer, then pop a squat and give us a day in court. Or don't, we don't care.