perfidy

Maryland’s state motto is, and I swear on the altar of the almighty God that I’m not lying, "Fatti Maschii, Parole Femine." More than any other state, Maryland needs mottos. Send your mottos to the office of the Lt. Governor, and I’ll send these.

• A Thinking Man's Delaware
• If You Can Dream It, We Can Tax It
• If it weren't for Washington, you couldn't find us
• We've Got DC Surrounded
• Outside The Beltway
• We've got crabs!
• Our streets are paved with trash
• Where politicians and rednecks abound
• The Other Alabama
• If our drugs don't kill you, our crack whores will.
• Say Chowda!
• Come for hicks and snobs, stay for the blighted post industrial landscape
• The Free State, My Ass
• We’ve got Crabs!
• The Ohio of the East
• You’d never know it, but we’re south of the Mason Dixon line
• At least we’re not New Jersey
• We were almost kicked out of the Union
• We’re more than just Cal Ripken. Okay, it’s just Cal Ripken
• It’s not easy, being green
• Proud home of Tom Clancy
• No, my name ain’t Mary
• Bring back the Colts, dammit
• Now we know why Cleveland hated Art Model
• It’s like West Virginia, downtown Philadelphia and Suburban DC, all at once
• Proud home of the NSA. Oh shit, now I have to kill you.
• Kiss my ass, in Maryland
• We’ve got lots of seamen
• We’re still iffy on that whole black thing
• The Chesapeake is now as teeming with life as Lake Erie
• Terps! Terps! Terps! Terps! Terps! Terps! Terps!
• We’ve got crabs!