The GOP Stakes Its Frottage.
Looking for a way to bring an increasingly fractious party together, Lindsey Graham and Mitch McConnell commission a new anthem for the GOP. Something stirring. Something butch. Something that brings to mind trustafarians standing over the ruins of the Trade Center towers. Or homeschooler lobbyists accusing our (devastatingly handsome and charming and sexy and did I say handsome, and no that is not Kevlar, that is muscle, and show me that grin?) president of liberaldick: aka an erection deflated by too much reality. As if. Our prez only becomes fully erect when reality rubs its crotch up against his fine basket. Which requires all kinds of denim yardage to contain it.