"Hey guys, I'm not the guy. See ya."
Liberals around the world are on the edge of their seat waiting for the Obama campaign to drain the proverbial VP announcement ball through the hoop. The Veepstakes at this point is like a high risk multiple choice question with two wrong answers (Kaine, Bayh) and one "ehh..." answer (Biden). We're looking at this announcement with a 66.6% margin of picking the sequel to Joe Lieberman.
Political junkies are devouring every morsel of coverage and the media must to meet our demand for all the non-existant details cameras can capture. This leaves reporters and cameramen to stalk possible candidates outside of their home like Britney Spears or Paris Hilton. I hope Joe Biden is wearing underwear.
Speaking of Biden, media vultures pecked on his unwilling carcass outside of his home and he threw them a rib so he could run the other way. "Hey guys, I'm not the guy. See ya." Well...I know I'm convinced.
If it ends up that Biden isn't the guy, then what do we do now? Personally, I'm inches away from breaking the "...Hillary Clinton isn't that bad" emergency glass. The only thing that keeps me from doing so is the thought that putting Bayh and Kaine out there the entire time while distancing themselves from the Clintons could very well be a clever ploy for reluctant progressives to warm up to the thought of another Clinton dynasty being played out before our very eyes.
Maybe I should just stop watching re-runs of 24.
Either way, I hope my text message doesn't read "We're sorry this VP candidate supported Kyl-Lieberman, good luck with the Green Party you dirty hippie."