Every party includes at least one. You know, that guy nursing a Coke instead of a beer. The girl who stays sober while her friends get stupid. The one holding the keys, ready to help their friends return home safely. The Designated Driver. Every party needs one. In the wake of Obamanation, the Republican Party surely does.
For those that drank the spiked Kool-Aid offered by the “move to the center/pander to the left” McCainiacs,for those that voted for Bush II because they downed his “compassionate conservative” homebrew, and even for those old-timers who accepted the fruity “No New Taxes” mixed-drink from Bush I, this is where you can find a safe ride home. Make yourself comfortable – there are sodas in the fridge, munchies on the counter, and comfy couches in the living room.
Welcome to the home of a designated conservative of the Republican Party.