ProcrastiBlog

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.)