Never before could I fathom in an instance where rounded wheels of grease and melted cheese would supplant political discourse in America. Then again, I also never imagined having to write about elected representatives screaming about the legitimacy of a sitting president’s long-form birth certificate years after he had been elected and during an economic shitstorm of epic proportions. But I suppose this is what happens when a beauty pageant contestant gets to be a VP nominee  and somebody named Snookie has a reality show.

Leave it to Republicans to turn a seemingly innocent and candid moment of affection into a fire-breathing, insanely irrelevant non-issue of foaming-at-the-mouth partisan hackery.