You know the one -- the chin presses down against the throat in
triple folds, the cheeks become hard as crabapples; the eyebrows,
barometers of bile, rise toward the gel-encrusted hairline; the
eyes go round but the pupils narrow to pinpricks, and she's
smiling, full of good cheer, on the outside, but on the inside she
just wants to die.
One thing you can say about Romney and Obama, they ain't
repressed.
About the Author
James Poulos is a doctoral student at Georgetown and the former Political Editor of Culture11. His writing has been published by The American Conservative, The National Interest, The New Atlantis, Partnership for a Secure America, and The Weekly Standard. In addition to AmSpecBlog, he has blogged at The American Scene, Doublethink, and Postmodern Conservative, which he founded. With degrees in political science and law from Duke and USC, he is currently at work on a dissertation about life after Napoleon. In his spare time he anti-blogs at Pish Tosh.