Okay, pack it up, everyone. Satire is dead. It made it all the way through the 2012 election, against the expectations of all its doctors, struggled valiantly for several months, and seemed to be on the road to recovery, but, nope, that’s it, it’s over. I just got word from Texas.

Among the latest updates from the Unwanted Texas Efforts To Pass Stringent Anti-Abortion Legislation came the gem that the state senate security was confiscating tampons from spectators entering the gallery to watch debate on HB 2. Guns, of course, were still allowed in the gallery for those with concealed carry licenses. The difference between guns and tampons is that if you walk into a crowded locker room waving one of them aloft, every man there will run away screaming in fear for his life, and if you walk into that same locker room with the other one, everyone will just shrug and say, “Oh, hi, Gilbert Arenas.”

Eventually, according to the Huffington Post, State Sen. Kirk Watson convinced the guards to stop confiscating the items.

The Houston Chronicle also noted that state troopers also confiscated “one jar suspected to contain urine, 18 jars suspected to contain feces, and three bottles suspected to contain paint.” As Dave Weigel quipped on Twitter, what was the strategy with the jars of feces? I would like to hear more about this. Actually, you know what, I wouldn’t. I can only think of one thing grosser, and it’s the bill.