Political Metaphors

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"   Ten feet away, leaning with his back against the aluminum
of the Dairy Queen, his silk robes fallen open, his legs apart, was
Mojo. Beneath the robe he was naked and his pulpy knees were 
slightly bent. His penis was in his hand, his transfigured gaze
was on Heap, and his rhythm was steady and forceful. 'More,' he 
whispered, groaning, as the yellow bullwhip cracked again and again
against the enamel of the microbus. 'Please, harder.'        "

[BDSL..., Penguin, 163]