GOP Squad '09

[Enrique]

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/ellis-weiner/gop-squad-09_b_170888.html

They're young. They're hip. They're "bad." They've got conservative vibes and a with-it vocabulary full of talking points and "buzz words" and they really know what's happening, baby. They can bum out the seniors with some hairy entitlement alarmism, and then hang loose with the Jesus Freaks by coming on all traditional-values and stuff. And they can rap with the kids, too, tweeting their wiki down the google tubes and blogging their browsers in high-def in your facebook, luv. They work for The Man and even sometimes for The Woman. They function within the System, because they do their own thing, and the System is their thing.

If it feels good, they tell you not to do it and then they do it. If it sounds good, they say it. If it polls good, they support it--or they say they do, or they say they did whether they did or not and hey: If it doesn't add up, make sense, or prove true; if the scene goes bad or the vibe gets bummed, that's your hang-up. They're not "escaping Reality." They're building their own Reality. And they've been brought together by one man who believes they can get down, get funky, and get votes all at the same time.

They call themselves the GOP Squad. Check out their happening thing:

SARAH!--She's young. She's fine. She's a mom and a governor and a rising star of the far right and a stone cold double-talking wolf-shooting fox. Her old man's a hunk who used to want to secede from the Union, 'cause Alaska is outta sight. You know Sarah's hip to the environment, 'cause she's got a dead crab on her coffee table the size of a schnauzer. She blows off global warming, too, because it snowed somewhere last week and the chick is cool. Brains? She's reads so many newspapers she can't remember any of them.

And feature this: the lady lobbies for scratch (for a bridge to, like, Nowhere, man) and then she hears it's not groovy? She says she didn't want it from Jump Street. And then cops it anyway! That's 'cause she doesn't dig the whole Socialism thing, and every time she lays some bread on her constituents via their annual share of the income realized from investing the royalty revenue from the oil companies' exploitation of the Prudhoe Bay oil reserves, she hips them to it, and it's beautiful. She talks the talk even when she's too busy laying the groundwork for the 2012 campaign to walk the walk. So ask her anything. She'll be lip-flappin' and jive-talkin' 'til you wig out bad, baby.

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