Cunts...

Talking Points Memo has posted an entertaining gallery of the flakes, closeted über-queens, unrepentant racists, Christ fuckers, snake-oil-slathered charlatans, flat-earthers, and flat-out dolts who attended last week's Values Voter Summit in Washington, and who comprise, by and large, the contemporary Republican Party.

If page ten's profiled feeb hasn't been blowing greasy biker dick at a Flying J toilet in Tempe, then Rat Bastard never babbled on for hours about American Music Club to any of us, ever.

TS