Oh-one always wants to know whether the other side's women are more attractive. So rest assured, my gentlemen readers at Hotair, you are on the right side of history. Again, not an extreme case: If you had pictured nothing but young, budding, be-Birkenstocked Helen Thomases traipsing through the Riviera's halls, seeking whom they may devour, it's nowhere near that bad; it's just that I've been to CPAC; and this, sir, is no CPAC. Hmm...I think I just saw Wonkette, if she's your type...

Sorry, rba, I know it's not good form to spread their 16th century venom, but holy mo.  Okay, stop me, I just have to do it -- gender translation.  

Oh-one always wants to know whether the other side's men are more attractive. So rest assured, my gentlewomen readers, you are on the right side of history. Again, not an extreme case: If you had pictured nothing but old, flagging, tiny peckered Tom Delays traipsing through the Aspens, seeking whom they may devour, it's nowhere near that bad; it's just that I've been to YKos; and this, mam, is no YKos. Hmm...I think I just saw Gannon, ladies, if he's your type.