That Old Chestnut

I don’t understand why liberals keep going to all these dinner parties. It seems that every time they do they’re humiliated by some coolly rational conservative master ninja of rhetoric…who turns their worlds upside-down with his wicked awesome political-fu. At some point you’d expect libs to wise up and take their dumb lib ideas to safer venues–like maybe open mic poetry night at the local lesbian bar. But, no. They keep going to these fucking dinner parties and ending up with arugula and Dijon all over their smug faces! When will the madness end?