You don’t need to spend 24 hours straight in the campus hangout to meet a wingnut of the finest pedigree (meant in the endearing way).
Within minutes of meeting a friend there last night we were accosted by PeterR who stole our French fries in exchange for a whole host of conspiracy theories only his drunken self knew about.
Be sure to check out his Web site, Transition 7, if you’re not afraid of being kidnapped by the CIA for doing so.
