Oy. Geeze, the more I think about it, the more accurate it seemed I was when I posted my image of the Platonic Ideal of the modern Republican two years ago:
that of a mummified corpse in the midst of a scorched desert, with a grin on its dessicated lips, because he poisoned the waters of “his” oasis rather than let anyone else benefit from it, and died of thirst with a smile.
