Ain’t no party like a GOP party.
why are two of the worst republicans ever on this, needs some dwight and teddy.
Still a good graphic, you have to admit.
The Republican Party Party, a minific. I just couldn’t help myself.
As I look around the party I find my group of friends. Lincoln and Grant are the two most reserved ones, apart from the group and closer with each other. Though today they seem to be animated in a discussion. They are obviously disagreeing but are being polite to each other about it. They’re the oldest. The cool ones, if you will. They are the ones to go to for wise words and advice. I look over my shoulder after hearing the booming laughter of a more infamous friend. Nixon is the friend that you don’t completely trust. He’s arrogant and rude, but you agree with him occasionally. There are worse people. We accepted him in our group, though we’ve had some pretty crazy arguments in the past. Despite his attitude, if you get some liquor in him and he’s a regular party animal as he appears to be tonight. So is Bush. I watch as both take a shot of what appears to be whiskey. Bush I like more though he has made some poor choices before. He’s kind of dorky and many people hate him for it, but I don’t mind it so much. He coughs as it seems some of his whiskey shot has gone down his windpipe. He recovers and looks back up and meets my gaze. He waves and I return the gesture. I disagree with him on certain things, but I know he’s a good person at heart and I don’t mind his company in the slightest. Reagan comes up behind him and grabs his shoulders as he whispers something into Bush’s ear. They both erupt in laughter. Reagan is the favorite of the group. A great guy who finds compromises to most of our disagreements. He’s someone that everyone trusts. A smile creeps onto his face as he looks up at me. He seems about to say something, but before he can, a drunken Nixon comes up and puts his arms around both Reagan and Lincoln who appears to have materialized to the opposite end of the room as Grant. Grant looks at Lincoln with a disappointed look on his face. If Lincoln notices, he avoids eye contact with him while instead staring off into the distance with a look as if he is seeing into the future. “Oi, you! How bout a pic?” Nixon has seen the camera sticking out of my pocket. He inhales some smoke from his cigar with his arm still around Lincoln, who blinks slowly with an annoyed expression but makes no complaint. I take out my camera as Bush returns to the group with two more cups full to the brim with alcohol. He sees I’m about to take a picture and raises one in a pose. The all smile, except for Reagan who has put in a birthday whistle into his mouth in an obvious mock reference to Nixon’s cigar. I smile as I take the shot and sigh afterwards as they all turn back to conversation. My friends are imperfect, yes, but I know they are on my side and share the passions I share. A love of country and a love of conservatism. I am truly accepted and understood in their midst.