time warp, election style. focus? RPS

I haven't stopped laughing about this:

I couldn’t keep it to myself, not one second longer. I had to tell someone I trusted absolutely, someone who I thought just might understand—Rumsfeld. I said, “Don, I have something to tell you. Something powerful. Something true. I’m madly, hopelessly, soul-quiveringly in love with John Kerry.” He stared at me. Had I made a terrible mistake? And then he grasped my forearm and whispered, in that low, husky, irresistibly ruthless voice, “Mr. President—you, too?”

and

“Are you going to do the right thing?” my dad demanded. “Are you gonna marry him?” “Of course!” I all but sang. “I’m going to pass a constitutional amendment, just for the two of us! Nobody else! I want it to be special.”