Dear George,
Ever since our fling a year ago, I can't get you out of my mind. Your devil-may-care, screw-the-Constitution attitude drives me wild. It's such a refreshing change from the pantywaist Democrats I have to hang with in Congress. They wouldn't know what to do with an Iraqi prisoner even if they somehow managed to capture one. So I'm writing to ask if you'll do me the honor of being my date to the Iran invasion.
I know you normally go for Republicans, but I'm really not that different.
I hang out with the GOP, like, all the time! Don't worry about McCain, though. He's
just a good friend. And
Connecticut Republicans don't have any problem with me.
You can't stay away, George. I know I caught your eye when I was the first to applaud during the State of the Union last month. The connection when you looked at me was simply electric.
Please write back soon. Until then, I have this picture on my nightstand.
Yours faithfully,
Joe
Okay, this was fun. But quit laughing (possibly I flatter myself) and do something. Volunteer for Ned Lamont. Give money to Ned Lamont. Or write a humorous piece encouraging others to do so.