Whenever you listen to a Republican politician, be it, say, Eric Cantor, Joe Walsh, or Chris Christie, it’s natural to wonder how, in Heaven’s name, they manage to reproduce; could anyone, even their mothers, love them? The sneering insults, serial fabrications, loathsome arrogance, pig-headed stupidity, and utter lack of empathy or self-awareness would be stunning and repellent to behold individually, yet most of them are mountainous, steaming piles of all these traits, put together. In fact, those who fail to embody every possible obnoxious personality defect under the sun, and then some, are doomed to be dismissed by their base as closet liberals.

Or worse.