Love at first sight

Laura Blumenfeld gushes out a dreamy little piece on Bill Frist in the WaPo discussing his moonlighting as a cardiac surgeon for the gorillas in the National Zoo. She's in his bedroom pre-dawn wistfully listening to him shower and blow dry his hair.

"I gravitate towards insurmountable problems," Frist said, his long legs spilling between the front seats.

He's so dreamy. You could have tall kids with big dreams.

One day, he hopes to cure AIDS or cancer. He sucked on the stem of his glasses: "The typical person around here may not understand."

Ah, but we do Laura. Body language speaks volumes.

Frist smiled and spoke unremarkably from the lectern, reeking of silverback testosterone.

Is it hot in here, or is it Laura? This is starting to sound as deviant as a Lynn Cheney novel.

He unbuttoned his business shirt, revealing jungle-pattern surgical scrubs and a pair of hairy, toned biceps.

Can you hear the sloshing in her unmentionables from here? I can.

Aside from her fantastical, frothy obsession, I noticed an odd line:

One backhanded swipe [from Kuja, the silverback gorilla] could break Frist's neck.

It seemed placed there for people to key in on and make inappropriate jokes. Almost a trap. But it gets better:

Frist lifted Kuja's huge, leathery black hand. Williams, the dentist, said, "Take him with you to the Senate, so when Biden or Kennedy mouth off, you can turn him loose."

Ok, fair's fair. I'm not even going to make the "why didn't Frist examine videotapes for two hours in his office and diagnose the Gorilla?" jokes. I'm playing by Laura's rules.

I hope that next time the gorilla breaks Frist's neck. And then Kuja goes to the Senate and takes out, oh... how about Santorum, McCain, and Ben Nelson?

I know Nelson's a Dem, but he's not doing us any good constantly voting Repub because he wants to be re-elected.