...and the slick backed fair colored hair? Young republican nazi youth!
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I was a young Republican!
Confessions of an undercover agent at the state GOP convention
By Harmon Leon
Illustration By Terry Allen
Harmon Leon is the author of The Harmon Chronicles
What could be more nauseating than to be young, pumped-up and Republican? How does the other half live? Wanting to mingle with the enemy, I decide to adopt a cunning conservative disguise and join up with the Young Republicans for the GOP spring convention held at the Hyatt in Burlingame.
Inside the hotel’s concourse, it looks like Orange County has been transplanted to the Bay Area, with a massive array of Bush/Cheney signs and numerous pictures of the beloved leader scattered among others trumpeting, “Join Arnold.” The crowd is white and very white, larded with big-haired women and fat cats who resemble Gilligan’s Island’s Thurston Howell III.
I follow at the heel of the Young Republicans’ president, a former Marine, who takes me under his wing and introduces me to a multitude of Republican candidates. I hope he doesn’t smell the hidden liberal on me.
“Hi Darrell,” my new club president says as Darrell Issa passes us in the hall. “He’s the congressman from San Diego who
$1 million for the recall election!” enthuses my escort.
“This floor’s for all the governor’s workers,” I’m told as we slide past security, noting three large men with earpieces standing guard by one door in particular: Arnold’s door. He’s here to speak at this evening’s dinner ($150 extra for a photo op).
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