William Kristol, aka Billy Blood, shows off a talent none of us ever knew he had...contortionist. I haven't seen anyone this good since Ed Sullivan had Zelda the Human Pretzel on his show. We always knew that Kristol's limited brain power was nonetheless convoluted but this is a doozy.
To put it in a nutshell (no offense, Bill), in spite of the nuclear explosion that would occur within the Republican party, Lieberman's would be McCain's best choice for veep. He reasons opines that Lieberman is his best shot at countering Obama's choice of Joe Biden. And why is that? Because he can hold his own in a debate. That's it. Oh, and he thinks that Lieberman, that outstanding independent "Democrat", would reinforce St. John the Insane's ability to "reach across the aisle". Lieberman is about as much of a Democrat as Ann Coulter.
Apparently, for Billy these are desperate times which call for desperate measures. At least as far as that goes, he's correct. Every thing the McCain campaign has done in the last few weeks smacks of desperation from the Paris Hilton "celeb" ads to the use of St. John's (He suffered for your sins.) POW creds at the drop of a hat. The most insane bit of "logic" though is where he says that a Mccain-Lieberman ticket would give lie the Democrats charge that McCain would be four more years of Bush. How two guys, who have been Bush's best toadies for the last seven years with provable track records on that score, could be perceived as un-Bush boggles the mind.
And the contortionist bit? Well that's where in order to sell it to the base, Lieberman swears (cross my heart and hope to die) that he would never ever ever ever run for the presidency himself either at the end of McCain's second term or sooner (ya never know). So you see, the base will be instantly mollified and will march to the polls heads held high, noses held closed. Because at the end of the day, Billy says, what could be worse than the liberal, baby-killing, gay-loving, rich-hating, tax-raising cabal of Obama, Biden, Reid, and Pelosi?
It reminds me of the story of the man who goes to buy a suit at a cut-rate men's store. The salesman knows a patsy when he sees one and proceeds to fob off the worst suit in his inventory. The guy tries it on and complains that the pants don't fit. The salesman tells him to just reach behind his back and chuck them up a bit. The guy says the jacket doesn't fit. Salesman says just stoop a little to the right and hold your other arm up. The schlemiel looks in the mirror and says he'll take it. As he leaves the store and starts to walk down the street, one arm behind his back hitching up the pants, bent over and with his other arm held up to his shoulder, he passes two nuns. The one nun says to the other: "Oh, the poor man." And the other nun says: "Yes, but doesn't the suit fit nice!"
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