“Hello, DNC, I wish to register a complaint.”
“Sorry, we’re closing for lunch.”
“Never mind that. I wish to complain about this Party you sold me.”
“Oh yes . . . the . . . uh, the Democratic Party. Uh . . . what’s wrong with it?”
“I’ll tell you what’s wrong with it. It’s dead, that’s what’s wrong with it.”
“No, no, it’s . . . uh . . . it’s resting.”
“Look, I know a dead Party when I see one, and I’m looking at one right now.”
“No, no, it’s not dead, it’s . . . it’s resting. Remarkable Party, the Democratic Party, isn’t it? Beautiful plumage!”
“The plumage don’t enter into it. It’s stone dead.”
“No, no, no. It’s just resting.”
“All right then, if it’s resting, I’ll wake it up. Hello, Democrats! Hello! I’ve got a lovely contribution for you if you–”
“There! It moved!”
“No, it didn’t move. That was Obamabots hitting the cage.”