By 8 pm we were all pretty buzzed here in the Garden. “You can’t spell ‘win’ without ‘w’,” said Rich Lowry, to which I replied, “you can’t spell ‘whoop-ass’ without ‘w’ either!” Whereupon we gave each other those manly hands-over-head forearm-taps that actual athletes exchange when they do something manly. The evening had started off with some light amusement– our suite had a Kerry Pinata, and like all pinatas, this one was amazingly resilient, so we didn’t get to consume the goodies until Grover Norquist got out the blowtorch and pliers and got all medieval on its ass.
Lest we forget this from The Daily Show, it’s really becoming clear that the Republicans have some sort of fixation:
CORDDRY: Jon — in fact a new group has emerged, this one composed of former Bush colleages, challenging the president’s activities during the Vietnam era. That group: Drunken Stateside Sons of Privilege for Plausible Deniability. They’ve apparently got some things to say about a certain Halloween party in ’71 that involved trashcan punch and a sodomized piata. Jon — they just want to set the record straight. That’s all they’re out for.