Talkin' John Birch Paranoid Blues
“Look at this crap!” Munch threw down the flyer.
”Communism's dead, John. Disappointed?” Fin smirked at his partner.
“Oh sure. Make a joke of it. Crazy Munch and his crazy conspiracies. Wake up! This political climate is ripe for the resurgence of these right-wing wackjobs, stomping on anything that smells un-American, even the Constitution. I bet Ashcroft's a card-carrying member of the Birch Boys..."
“The Birch Boys? I love them!” Casey launched into a tuneless rendition of “I Get Around.”
Munch shot the ADA one of his patented over-the-glasses glares and left. As he stomped past, Olivia could have sworn she heard a muttered I miss Alex.