Here's a poem to explain what happened to me in an awkward moment during the State of the Union
My shorts were up my crack,
So get off my back.
There. That explains why I was standing when Bush started his typical b*&^%&^ about tax cuts and making them permanent. The ol' tighty-whities were climbing mighty, you might say. Whooo. So, I was clapping when I stood up because all of those radical right-wing Republican wannabes are preening for the camera in an election year.
If I don't clap, Frist gives me the cold stare like ... oh, Mikulski when she's smiling. You get the picture.
So, don't make too much of it. I will "move right" and all that bravo sierra for the radical religious Republican base.
And then it's off to Mavericksville, baby.