Should politics solely exist in a platonic, rarefied, patrician environment? Or should politics at times involve beer and bad hotel sex for government employees and lobbyists? Even the most noble and well-intentioned Democrats need to have bad, beer-fueled hotel sex every now and then, right?
Read on for disclosures of a more personal nature: angel dust, an impassioned defense of a special “petite blonde Democrat,” and a heartfelt review of Hillary’s speech. He also calls John McCain a “pimp,” and offers the trenchant observation that Hillary’s prime time outfit (described by Runnin’ Scared as a “luminescent orange pantsuit“) “looked like something a Japanese traffic cop would wear in a Beastie Boys video.” Has the man been more right about anything, ever?