Fetish night at the Senate...

[politicaholic]

Tonight we saw a few democrats shed their suits, ties, and skirts for ball gags and leather zipper masks.

Ahhh yes Senator, to face your worst fears and lose your relationships across the isle (along with money for that Muskrat Museum and the glittered Disco Bridge you've been planning) can be worse than anything you've seen on Fear Factor or it's sister show Desperate Housewives (which, out of the two, I've only puked watching the later).

Once your tenure is done and your republican handlers have unlatched your fur lined leather dog collars you will be free to go back to your state and cut the ribbon to the Senator Gimp Memorial Hotdog Cart. But know this, you will not go home to a school being named after you, because no school in their right minds would change their name to "Maria Cantwell Elementary, Home of the Fighting Weasels".

Good luck in the private sector in the years to come. I hope you lost weight when you aborted your integrity because that's the last abortion we'll see for a long time.

Sincerely,
politicaholic