Joe Biden, PUMA’s, Being an Adult
So, my cell phone did not go off Saturday morning with a text message from my close personal friend Barack Obama revealing his vice presidential choice as expected. I had to get the news from CNN.
Joe Biden.
To be honest, I wasn’t crazy about the pick at first, but he’s been growing on me. If anything, Biden’s a real guy. He goes home every night the Delaware, and he’s a far cry from McCain and his rich socialite sugar mama, or likely GOP VP Mitt Romney whose vast personal wealth is only outmatched by his magic Mormon underwear.
Evan Bayh or Tim Kaine would have been sunk the ship. But Biden could be okay.
Of course the PUMA’s are grumbling. “It should have been Hillary!”
Man, if football teams were such bad sports — could you imagine the Redskins screaming about losing to the Dallas Cowboys 3-0. “We’ve been robbed! Robbed! Robbed!” You’d think the Hillary deadenders didn’t understand that their candidate lost. Seriously, she fucking lost. Howard Dean lost in 2004. I didn’t cry, I didn’t switch to Bush — I voted for John Kerry.
Grow up, folks. Seriously. Hillary Clinton wasn’t owed the Democratic nomination by blood right. She had to win the election. She came close, but in the end, she was outplayed. That’s how elections work. In my adult life, I’ve never had my candidate win.
Of course, it becomes pretty clear that the cult of personality is a lot stronger than party allegiance. So they’re all going to vote McCain so Hillary can come out again in 2012 and save us all. I can imagine the yelling and screaming if the rolls were reversed, and the Obama supporters went McCain.
Politics, Raising Twins | jeff | 24 August 2008 |
