A Very Special Episode In Washington

"OK. Dad?"
"Yes, son?"
"Do you think... I mean... do you think I'll be normal, when I grow up, like you? I mean, do you think I'll grow up and be able to look at pictures of guys being bitten by dogs, and people who have been beaten up, and people who died, and think of them as sexy, like you do?"
I smiled again. "Sure I think that, son. You're a good Republican from a good Republican family. Someday, you'll be able to look at these pictures like a grownup, like Rush Limbaugh or anyone else, and you'll learn to appreciate the sensuousness of taking someone, beating the crap out of them, maybe killing them. Power is a great aphrodisiac, son. Maybe the best."
He looked a little relieved. "Dad? Well... thanks again. I think I understand, or I will, anyway."
By this time, I was beaming. "Don't worry, son. It'll happen to you, sooner or later. I know you don't get it now, and when you're your age, nobody does. But it'll happen. Someday, I promise you, you'll meet a fifty year old Republican congressman who will make you very, very happy."
"Thanks, dad."