I don't know what was more scary: the Marilyn Monroe not-so-lookalike who did the "Happy birthday, Mr. President Pro Tempore" song & dance at Strom Thurmond's 100th birthday party, or the fact that Strom pulled that grandfatherly I'm-reaching-out-to-grab-your-arm-like-a-kindly-old-man to cover up the fact that he was actually reaching out to grab her breasts and then some signal went through his brain (which is only about 8% functional right now anyways) that maybe it wasn't such a good idea to do that.