"Bunker Mentality" at the GOP HQ? More Like ...

... Rome after the Goths had dropped by to party.

While watching the news last night and this morning as the Democrats gave the Bush Administration and the Republican Party a taste of the whip neither of them will forget for a while, I took occasion to think on what things must be like deep in the bowels of the GOP headquarters:

Karl Rove, dressed in a child's Darth Vader costume, facedown in a half-empty bowl of clam dip and muttering darkly and frighteningly to himself;

Ken Mehlman, slouched in a corner with a half-empty tube of KY drooping from a shirt pocket while he tries to shore up his glassy stare and fixed grin by huffing butane whippets at a rate of three every fifteen minutes;

Liddy Dole in a faded and too-tight cheerleader's uniform, desperately trying to encourage people to smile pretty for the cameras and retreat into the fantasy that this was actually a Democratic defeat;

And curled up in a fetal position on his throne, George Bush comes to the awful realization that he has yet another woman to deal with - and this one won't be a shielding nurturer like his mother, wife, Condi Rice and the others. This woman will tell him things he doesn't want to hear.

Get used to it, Boy King.