What else is one to make of
Run, Elizabeth Warren, Run?
What else is one to make of slobberingly sanctimonious sexually Orthodox Rod Dreher, TAC's premier headliner, cheekily offering the now-uncloseted fellow patrons at Club TAC an image of one woman pertly whipping another woman sexually? Oooh, la-lah!
Clearly, TAC is a place for formerly closeted, self-loathing conservatives to gather with others of their kind and to boldly throw off the religious, political, and other cultural yokes that nature and nurtue have so cruelly bent and broken them under previously. And doesn't the red of Elizabeth's jacket just make a stunning conservative statement to those ends?
At TAC, you, too, can free yourself of the principles and other benchmarks of political, religious, moral and other cultural gender that have kept your Fauxcahontas parts chafing under conventional conservative bindings so cruel, so hateful, so wrong, for far too many years.
Why suffer any longer the slings and arrows a "conservative" conservative must endure at the hands of the mainstream media, not to mention at holiday office parties? Instead, as your eyes meet theirs between sips of your Pink Squirrel across that crowded room, you can sensuously mouthe "The" "American" "Conservative" and from now on their own twinkling eyes will understand everything.
So as the year end fast approaches, won't you consider again a contribution to "The" "American" "Conservative", the one place where you can safely reveal yourself to be the sort of Elizabeth Warren conservative you were born to be, among others just like you?
And, as a bonus, your contributions will go directly to funding one of Rod Dreher's frequent getaways to New Orleans' mysterious, anonymously exotic French Quarter, a realm where anything is possible and where one day, if you're lucky, your eyes could even meet his, twinkling, across a Manhattan and in unison you could both mouthe "The" "American" "Conservative".
UPDATE (as they say): Apparently, in the cold light of later this morning, headliner Dreher regretted the popper-fueled personal enthusiasm yesterday's choice of dancing chaps revealed.
Yesterday: the personally exhortative Run, Elizabeth Warren, Run
Sobered up later this morning: the now-standoffish The Value of an Elizabeth Warren Run
Frankly, this is why I can't believe anything this little coquette says, about his sister Ruthie, about his faith, about his sexuality, about his parents, about his finances, about his political beliefs, anything: everything, everything he says is a malleable deception in progress, constantly being recalculated and revised according to how he believes it can best be sold in the marketplace of the moment.