These days, when I think of the Democratic Party, I think of Elvis — old, fat Elvis.
I think of old, fat, bloated, flop-sweating, Seconal and Dexedrine-addled, flying to Denver for a peanut butter and banana sandwich, dead-on-his-feet Elvis circa late 1976.
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