Republicans finally get their own sexual revolution

The Vega had considered rising from his Olympian throne and descending the long spiral staircase from the fresh air of moral purity and reasoned liberal discourse down to the foetid air inside the dank cellar where more and more conservatives seem to be hiding their basest proclivities, even as they rage and rail against the possibility of, horror, same sex unions. Such unions might, ya know, endanger the sanctity of marriage, even as these selfsame paragons of moral uprightedness bugger their narcoleptic wives, engage in various cross-species transgressions, enjoy the comraderie and sport of group coital togetherness, and prowl the internets in the hunt for just-come-of-age diversion.

But the Vega is too high-minded for that. This proud blog will not be soiled with a "roundup," shall we say, of all of the weird tales of conservative ickiness that only a Cox could love.

Instead, we'll let the Rude Pundit do the heavy lifting.