BILLINGSGATE POST - There's much more to Dr. Billingsgate's publishing phenom than just secret backroom assignations between a panting press and a president willing to use any device to satisfy himself and his red-shaded lovers.
For those who hope to get their rocks off by vicariously experiencing balls-to-the-wall blow-job stories by Monica Lewinsky and Wet Willy Clinton, you will be disappointed. And don't get your hopes up expecting first hand reports of the President compromising himself with a MSNBC talking face just to get a favorable story-line out.
Although the book has been referred to as "Tea Party Porn" by the Huff and Puff Post, Dr. Billingsgate is actually writing about the consensual affair, minus the odd sex toys, handcuffs and bondage, between the slobbering media and a skilled TelePrompter reader.
Fifty Shades of Red has a romance genre populated by disparate categories: historical, whimsical, some puppy love, unspoken vibes between star-struck reporters and the masterfull TelePrompter reader, and lastly, the obsessive vibrations of talking points emanating from Press Secretary Jay Carney, to be repeated nearly verbatim by the alphabet broadcasters.
So before you totally dismiss Fifty Shades of Red as just another novel pandering to heavy breathing Tea Party hacks, take your meds and pray there is no sequel to this compelling love story.