46 is the new black, baby.
Wanna know what I want for my birthday? Cuz I'll tell ya.
Here's what I want for my birthday:
I want the motivation and energy to canvass and phone bank my 46-year-old ass off for the next 17 days.
I want Ned Lamont to begin creeping every-so-relentlessly up in the polls until, on election day he sprints passed a floundering, whining Lieberman who will only manage to get 46 percent of the vote. (Lamont takes 52% and Schlesinger slinks away with 2% after a scandal involving lobbyists and farm animals. Hey! My birthday. My storyline.)
I want 46 contributions to this man's campaign. Rob Brading is running to defeat the current speaker of the Oregon House. It's a tremendously important race for the state of Oregon. If you've got a couple of bucks that haven't been bled from you, this would be a great home for them.
And finally, I want us all to form a large circle. Okay, now, everybody hold hands. No, come back here! It won't kill ya. I don't care if the person next to you voted for Nader or loves Biden or thinks the DLC is just fine or voted for Bush in 2000. We're all here now and it's my birthday, so we go by my rules.
Ready? No, we're not going to sing Happy Birthday, we're going to sing Kumbaya. We're going to sing it loud and we're going sing with feeling. Somebody else needs to start it, and you'd better pick a good pitch, `cuz we're going to sing 46 times. Or until we can all get along. Start smiling, people, `cuz we have 17 days.
And because it's my birthday.
Thank you.