The "Grand" Old Party

Pieter Friedrich's account of his visit to the California Republican Party's semi-annual convention reminds me of why I'm not a Republican:

I could list countless other encouraging aspects of the convention. There were the women (staffers, volunteers, hangers-on) who thought they were on a tropical beach instead of in a hotel in a cold, rainy city in the middle of winter. There were the Log Cabin Republicans placing leis on the convention-goers so they could tell them "you've been laid." There were the College Republicans, focused on world-changing causes like their coolers of beer and which GOP slut to have sex with that night. And there were the innumerable supporters of Rudy, wearing their "I heart Rudy" stickers and mindlessly blabbing about how we must get Rudy in the White House so we don't get stuck with Hillary.

Dear God.

I knew the party was going down the drain - that's why I left it! But it's painful to be reminded of just how far down the drain the party has gone. If nothing else, last night I realized I'd sooner see my future daughters marry defense attorneys than politicians!

The "lesser of two evils"? Give me a break.