"Now Hurrieth Up! We Musteth Geteth President Washington His Dinosaur!"

It's the Day's Day of Days! Because c'est la lutte finale--groupons-nous, et demain--L'Internationale sera le genre humain!

Muir calls for circular firing squads--the Party must be pure, after all--and demonstrates per usual that his actual knowledge of the Founding Fathers he claims to admire is... quite poor.