So after being raped by half a nation of obtuse pigs, we awaken to find there is no morning-after pill, and we must carry this foul tissue for another term. The malignancy is now poised to run rampant. Bolstered by fresh lesions itching to discharge their own puss, the legislature stands erect at the prospect of mounting further incursions on civil liberties. The incumbent postures smugly behind his slim majority, explaining that sodomy in an economic sense should be encouraged, especially when pillaging abroad. "It's good for America." Yet violation of the mentally impaired (even if "consensual") used to constitute rape. Fantasizing of infecting the Supreme Court with his virulent hatred, he ejaculates fear into the bowels of his victims. "Have you no shame, Mr. President?"