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- So I've discovered a few exciting things today. Some of my glaring shameful ignorances have finally been smeared full (to bursting) with that most horrible unctious goo that is 'unpalatable truth'. For example, I discovered today (thanks to a conversation with Matt Haughey) that when the American press refers to the GOP, what they're talking about is the "Grand Old Party". The image of the "Grand Old Party" seems to me beautifully evocative of faded sepia, bruised faces, tight sphincters and mournful piano music - like some kind of apocalyptic and hideously decaying vision of the last half-hour of a Jay Gatsby-style social-gathering that went on just a hundred years too long. So I suppose it's apt then that the phrase refers to the Republican party - since it seems to me that only a group of people so ruined by the hideous spectacle of infinite and never-ending indulgence could possibly need novelty so badly that they'd be prepared to allow an experimental monkey to lead them. |
