So, I ran into a friend of mine, Slats Grobnik, who has just lost his job and therefore is struggling to figure out how he’s going to pay for his health insurance (not to mention his mortgage) and also has a brother on his fourth tour in Iraq (and that brother has a 401K which is on its first tour of the 8000).
We sat across the table from each other in a coffee shop and the first words that crossed his lips were…
“I hope to God Democrats get even with Joe Lieberman, because that’s primarily what I elected them to do!”
“Yes, the fate of Joe Lieberman is what I care about,” Slats said as he waved at another friend of ours whose son has a degenerative disease that has little hope of being cured without the help of new stem cell lines.
“Joe Lieberman is why I gave all that money and made all those phone calls and flew to a swing state instead of attending my sisters’ wedding (causing her likely to never speak to me again), because much in the same way that Hillary Clinton needed to be immediately made an example of for her behavior in the primaries (I mean its not like she could be any help to us), the American people are clamoring for a resolution to Joe Lieberman and will probably never forgive the Democratic Party if they don’t do something about him RIGHT AWAY!”
“I mean, look how beloved the current administration, which always put political retribution in front of the act of actually governing. After seeing how successful THAT has been, the Democrats would be fools not to want to follow in their footsteps.”
Slats then bid me ado, heading off to donate a kidney as a way of paying for his child’s asthma medication… which might be covered under the State Children’s Health Insurance Program, which the Democrats might… if they have the votes to break a filibuster… be able to pass, when the next congress meets in January.
“Lieberman!” Slats Grobnik screamed. “All I care about is Lieberman.”
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…to see this brave new world.
I’ve been avoiding all the Joe-mania for just this very reason – even though I can’t stand his jowly grin. Old politics in a new day.