He would be a four day old fillet of carp, topped off with large portions of velveeta and spam nicely tucked between two slices of stale white bread and covered with a blood gravy.
A Dick Cheney sandwich would be sliced liver from a snow leopard covered with the still beating heart of a seal pup that Cheney personally clubbed to death in order to whet his appetite, all between two griddle size pancakes covered with chocolate syrup.
A Donald Rumsfeld sandwich would be a piece of unrecognizable charred flesh from a recently deceased mammal placed between two pieces of burnt toast, with mayo of course.
A Rush Limbaugh sandwich would be rancid tongue and pig snouts piled high and surrounded by two twinkies, difficult to handle and as unappetizing as it sounds.
Suggestions for menu items at the Democracy Deli are welcome.