Friday, November 04, 2005
Damn! That's Hot!
The back door of the RNC headquarters building in Washington, D.C., is easier to find with its new addition.
The crazy tempo we've been keeping up at work lately has kept me away from my blog for far too long. That said, I'm away from the office today to handle some personal business and I'm taking advantage of some free time. Don't worry, I'm still working. I left my office last night with a file box and three notebooks full of work.
This being my first post in some time, it had to be a good one. It is.
That Republican Hypocrisy train that is constantly working its way across the country apparently makes many stops in the seedy part of town. Many of the Republican party's best known insiders and supporters, all while claiming to be the upholders of virtue and morality, are themselves authors of pornography!
As reported by The New Yorker magazine, the Republican who's who could also qualify for jobs at Harlequin and Hustler.
I'll reprint a small sample below. If you're feeling randy, read the rest for yourself, but make sure the kids are out of the room. The article mainly focuses on the naughty writings of former Vice Presidential Chief of Staff Scooter Libby, but it brings to light some writings by other noted conservatives.
Libby has a lot to live up to as a conservative author of erotic fiction. As an article in SPY magazine pointed out in 1988...
... [moral highgrounder William] Safire ("She finally came to him in the bed and shouted 'Aragghrrorwr!' in his ear, bit his neck, plunged her head between his legs and devoured him") ...
...[father of the conservative movement William] Buckley ("I'd rather do this with you than play cards")...
... [Nixon burglar-in-chief and right-wing radio host G. Gordon] Liddy ("T'sa Li froze, her lips still enclosing Rand's glans . . .") ...
....[another Nixon hack] Ehrlichman ("It felt like a little tongue")...
...[Republican apologist and faux journalist Bill] O'Reilly ("Okay, Shannon Michaels, off with those pants"), ...
...extracurricular creative writing has long been an outlet for ideas that might not fly at, say, the National Prayer Breakfast. In one of Lynne Cheney's books, a Republican vice-president dies of a heart attack while having sex with his mistress.
I wonder how much of Mrs. Cheney's writings represent her own personal sexual fantasies. Perhaps she'll read them aloud this year at the National Prayer Breakfast.
It's always good to return to the blog...pardon the pun...with a bang.
