Senator Rand Paul, the filibustering, anti-drone, fresh-faced Kentucky Republican Party savior got a Snapchat account. The move was indicative of an ingrained GOP tendency to incorporate misguided attempts at connecting with “the youth,” (see Mitt Romney’s legendary “Who Let the Dogs Out” reference).
I received Paul’s first snap a little after 11 am EST. It was a short, inoffensive video message which simply stated “thanks for the follow!” Of course, I took a quick screenshot of it, as the rest of the conscious general public did, documenting this historic moment.
The snap remained in the “Snapchat Stories” section of the app, allowing me to replay it over and over again throughout the day. Paul’s positioning in what was presumably his Hill office became hilarious upon revisits. He clearly had an intern hold his phone at a distance of at least five feet away, assuming some kind of feigned sense of official authority will sending a glorified selfie. It reminded me of Donald Trump’s epic but short-lived series of vines, except the bird-nest coifed billionaire opted for a much more intrusive and intimate approach.
The rest of the universe caught onto the new availability of Paul and everyone fromTime to POLITICO reported on this unprecedented access. A thought piece even emerged alleging that Paul was appealing to Snapchat for financial incentives.
As the day wore on, and another more risque snap emerged from Paul’s account, I began to wonder whether other people were sending him responses. I speculated that this was opening the door to a series of disturbing images ranging from political lambasting to outright Weiner-esque sexting.
The pitfall of the app is that, screen-shotting aside, it offers people the obvious ability to send graphic pictures with, or without hilarity-inducing captions. Except this time, the recipient is a member of the United States Senate.
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