Oh, and by the way, I do believe that we have found a head boy for this term at the Bill Frist School of Greasy Congressional Histrionics.  Can you guess who it is?  

boehner wept

You are right, of course.  It's our House Minority "Leader", cryin' John Boehner.  (Time lapse photography via Think Progress)

Wasn't that a disgusting display?  It made Ted Wells's operatic outburst at the end of the Libby trial look like Meryl Streep in "Silkwood".  And speaking of "Silkwood", watching Boehner swaying there yesterday, doubtless reeking of sweat, stale smoke, day-old Aramis, and spilled Dewar's, forcing big fat phony tears to course openly down his parboiled yam of a face, well, it kind of made me yearn for one of those radiological decontamination showers with the wire-bristle brushes.  Followed by a salt rub and a long soak in a vat of hand sanitizer.

Things looked up, though, when he shouted, "Sexual Chocolate!", threw down his microphone, and fled the stage. 

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