Ich Bin Ein Repuh (cough) – oh, hell, I can’t say it.
Depending on my schedule, I plan to get derepublicanized either the afternoon after I vote in the primary, or first thing next morning. The important thing is that I switch back to “Independent” before 12:08 p.m. next Wednesday, because it’s been scientifically proven that if a woman spends more than a week as a Republican her bra size decreases by a full cup and that mass re-distributes itself on her Adam’s apple. That’s what happened to Ann Coulter.
(And yes, I know Paul’s not going to win. I’m just adding my weight to the movement in hopes of generating enough momentum to keep it going until the next presidential election cycle. Not that Paul himself will run again, but maybe his ideas will resonate enough for someone else to adopt them. At any rate, I’m willing to risk my whole wardrobe’s worth of clingy sweaters on it.)