I've worked in DC for 18 years, including a few jobs on the Hill. Unless you're trying to make an appointment with your legislator or inviting them to something, faxes don't work. Ever. Maybe an intern will read them a forward you a form letter, but that's unlikely. Call, or even better, meet them in person when…

My God, that penis…that penis looks exactly like my penis! The bowling pin shape, the unique shade of pink that’s like pink but somehow dirty, the disproportionate testicles, the word GWAR in capital letters… all a dead ringer for my own tool of love. Why do you have a picture of my penis? And can I have it?

Not sure she's ever revealed who, specifically, it's about, but "Napoleon" by Ani DiFranco is a hell of a diss song.