'A California man dubbed a "Satanist" on an online message board has posted photos of himself dancing on President Ronald Reagan's grave, raising the ire of the former chief executive's admirers.' (You can tell he's a satanist by the AC/DC t-shirt.)

http://wnd.com/news/article.asp?ARTICLE_ID=45663

If I'd had any intention of taking up space in the ground after I'm dead, I think I'd have to insist that people dance there. In fact, don't wait -- dance NOW. Electric slide optional.

(my first thoughts about the party that eventually became Ploosh!)

You drive to the map point at 20th & Tennessee, and walk over to the big bus (can't miss it.) At the bus you exchange your ticket for a small plush bunny, and are instructed to walk around the corner to the party itself.

Entering the building, you find yourself in a high-ceilinged room filled with funk. Your ass is shakin' before your eyes can adjust to the spinning disco lights.

This is where I got good, thanks largely to playing with Todd. Our first tag-team session was Thursday evening; afterwards we gathered some more friends and wandered around most of the night, then came back in the morning to join forces with Dan Haskvoec and Monk E to play a nice morning shackgroove set, partially captured on minidisc.