Grover Norquist has today used the term "poopy pants" in a serious discussion concerning the direction of the country and Republican Party. This is a baffling use of a childish insult...
Fucked up, in other words. Like, fucked up in a kind of Holy-Shit-did-he-just-say-that-what-is-he-twelve-oh-wait-wasn't-that-when-he-came-up-with-his-tax-pledge-wow-this-guy's-still-mentally-and-emotionally-twelve-fucking-years-old kind of way.
Follow the squiggle for an armchair diagnosis.
|HA HA HA! Isn't that hilarious... and fairly terrifying?
And then there was this painful (you know, if you like math and reality) interview.
There's a clear indication that when this man volunteered for Nixon in 1968 at the age of twelve, and good for him for being civic minded and politically curious as a child, time kinda stopped. Well, at the very least his intellectual and emotional maturity entered into a form of Arrested Development. This was perfection so why seek anything else.
Now, Bill Maher loves to call the right the Lunatic Party, but when society's clowns (It's a valid title Bill, or should we bring out this?) are the ones that are not just right but the only ones trying to get us to pay attention to reality Then I guess all you can do is laugh. You can't take men like Grover seriously. You can take the condition seriously, which it is, and hope Grover and Rover can get them some good Obamacare.