I expect to be excoriated for the content of this comment/diary. I expect many will object to the harshness of the crude metaphor.
It won't surprise me if I get tarred and feathered and put in the stocks. But let me explain, please.
I am a linguist by trade and I believe the essence of language is semantic, that is, its primary purpose is to convey meaning.
In my case I want it to convey the profound, borderline-despondent sense of despair at the betrayal that Obama has perpetrated to my core beliefs.
And I want it to express my revulsion at the undignified spectacle of the 'negotiations' with the amoral, a-ethical, sociopathic, sadistic Repubicans ('l' omitted).
The only way to put it all in words was through a metaphor.
When Obama got really really angry yesterday, I thought he was pathetic.
After he dropped his pants, bent over 90 degrees, spread his butt cheeks wide, greased himself with vaseline, the Repubicans ('l" omitted) at the end refused to fuck him until he bled and walked away in disgust.
Why?
They got really really offended when Obama asked them to stroke his dick and balls in return.
Not that, mind you, he expected to come. He would have been happy just with an erection.
And instead, nothing, not even a a tit squeeze.
All we are left with is the image of his anger with the pants wrapped around his ankles and a glistening butt hole.
Not a pretty sight.