This column is being republished with permission from its original home on Substack. For more from Michael Ian Black, subscribe here.

Anxious liberals not wanting to offend our more sexually fluid friends, I offer my permission to make fun of Kristi Noem’s cross-dressing husband. It’s ok to mock Lindsey Graham for being (allegedly) closeted. It’s ok to make jokes about Grindr crashing out at CPAC—because of the demand, not because those God-fearing conservatives blocked it.

All of it’s a-ok in my book so long as we understand that what’s funny about Graham isn’t that he prefers men; it’s that he and his GOP cohort have, for decades, trafficked in the worst kind of satanic panic over sexuality while being utter hypocrites on the subject. If Matt Schlapp can play grab-ass with his young male staffers, then it’s our duty as Americans with our own red, white and blue libidos to taunt these dumb f–ks with all the rhetorical sticks and stones within arm’s reach. Or, if you prefer the low-hanging fruit analogy, take all the damned fruit you want. Just make sure you wait for it to rot before hurling it at these horn dogs.

As the writer Charlotte Clymer succinctly put it: “I don’t care what Kristi Noem and her husband are doing in their........

© The Daily Beast