We've been lounging in our family's outdoor hot tub on a lake in the Connecticut wilderness, armed with boxed wine, rifles, purified water, and four hundred-plus orgiastic packs of Canadian geese. Therefore, you may forgive us for not having informed you sooner about a group called, yep, Bottoms For Obama.
Bottoms For Obama, a Cafe Press store, would be causing all kinds of consternation and guffawing from the Beltway to the Bible Belt, if only anyone in those places knew what a "bottom" was. (For their part, New Gay thinks Obama is probably a top, based on gay intuition or something. We're sure Larry Sinclair would fail a lie detector test confirming this.)
In more hell in a handbasket news: