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If you're stuck in a relationship quandary, or if you're looking for sexual harmony,

while there's nothing you can't pass on the Savage Lovecasts. My old college roommate, Rick Santorum, maybe you know this, is running for president, kind of sort of.

And last week, he was running around Iowa comparing gay marriage to a napkin and a paper towel and a glass of water and a glass of beer and a cup of tea and a

basketball. The man has issues. Lawrence O'Donnell on the last word on MSNBC last week went

ahead and stated the frothing obvious and said that Rick Santorum's campaign will be ending soon.

I can't disagree with that.

Rick's not raising any money.

He's not making any inroads with Republican primary voters in Iowa or New Hampshire or anywhere else.

The douchebag is trailing Tiffany Gingrich in the polls.

How pathetic is that.

And I got to give a shout out to my good friends at Slate, those adorable

eggheads. You guys were wrong back in March when you predicted that the frothy mixed definition

of Santorum would lose its search primacy as Rick campaigned for president because he'd be making

news and then all the news he was making running for president

would elevate his own website and other news articles to top spots on Google,

and that turned out not to be true,

because the only news Rick Santorum has made during this campaign

is about his Google problem and attacking me.

Now, as we look forward to the end of the Rick Santorum presidential campaign,

and no one, honest to God, honest to God, no one is looking forward to the end of Rick Santorum's campaign more than I am.

It is exhausting to have to be the only person in America who is required to pay attention to the lowest polling candidate in the

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