The Grand Old Party has been sent to live freely on a sprawling farm upstate.
The Republicans Party’s case of the mange had gotten hard to control, it had been foaming at the mouth frequently, and it had recently started growling viciously at its own tail. It had completely lost control of its faculties, and there was only one thing that could be done.
As a result, the party has been sent to a place that can really take care of their unique needs. They can run and laugh and play just like they always have.
But please don’t go behind the shed for the next couple of weeks. There’s a… hornet nest back there and I don’t want you to be stung.
I think that is a suitable and generous spot for the tea partyers. It is time we bury them for good.
Bury? It’s a farm, Donna… A farm!
How many TeaPartiers you think can fill that hole?
“How many you got?”