The New Millennium Me Generation of Swine

Feed me! Feed me!

The modern conservative reminds me of those children borne of households where food is at a premium and only the strongest, the most p(r)iggish, survives.

Food on the table. Dive! To the most gluttonous derives the spoils.

Later in life, to hide the double chin, the victor spouts a goatee.

The men instead opt for blogging in their mothers’ basements.