Congressman Devin Nunes arrived in Washington D.C. bright-eyed and anxious to make his mark on the House of Representatives. Naive, perhaps, he quickly fell in with a friendly crowd of men right out of a Brooks Brothers ad. They were hospitable and had a lot in common with him. The same core values, really. The ones he wanted for America.
But they always had questions too. “Do you own any orange ties?” “Where were you on the day of September 28, 2002?” “What are your feelings on towels being draped over your shoulder?” “Never go to Fort Myers, Florida.