My favorite part of all of this is seeing Rick Santorum, that frothy mixture of lube and fecal matter posing as a U.S. Senator, get his ass handed to him.
My second favorite part is that, even if he ends up winning—which we apparently won’t know for sure until December—George Allen, my bete noir, has had his presidential aspirations dashed. (If a Republican can’t win by more than a few hundred votes in Virginia, he can’t win the presidency. Sorry, sucker.)
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