There’s no one, not a single soul, with a Y chromosome in the entire Republican party who has half the testicular fortitude of either Sarah Palin or Michelle Bachmann.
The GOP has become a party of effeminate, cocktail party gathering, Brooks Brothers khakis wearing, nancy boys.
They have no spine. They are as dull and unimaginative as dirt. Even when this country is being raped and pillaged by the Left, they can’t leave their cocktail parties, for fear of missing out on either a networking opportunity to get a new job at a hedge fund, or the next round of cucumber-and-mayonnaise sandwiches passed around the room for everyone to get fat on.
When the queers at Hillbuzz start calling “nancy boy”, that’s saying something. They ought to know. And they’re right.