This weekend, John McCain has invited some prospective running mates to one of his eight homes, presumably for barbecue. Specifically, those being interviewed are the
closeted governor of Florida, a card-carrying member of the Christofascist Zombie brigade who thinks joking
about bombing Iran and about
assassinating a black presidential nominee constitute humor, and
Paulie Walnuts.
The Obama running mate hunt is just beginning, despite the Clinton campaign's attempt to rewrite history and spin the Florida/Michigan situation as being (pick one) Zimbabwe, Florida 2000, or Jim Crow, even though it was
HER VERY OWN PEOPLE who
helped put together, and voted for, the rules that put us into this mess.
I haven't got a freaking clue who Obama should pick, but I'm emphatically opposed to the so-called "dream ticket." It's clear that Barack Obama can't trust Hillary Clinton one bit, and there's something Shakespearean about the idea of a young president with the wife of a former president as his #2, with said former president lurking around the hallways. Obama's dilemma is in finding someone who can represent change along with him, but who can fill in some of the experience gaps. I'm kind of leaning towards Jim Webb on that front, for all that Webb isn't exactly a progressive dream candidate. But I could also live with this guy:
More of this speech
here,
here, and
here.
UPDATE: Joltin' Joe
smacks down Holy Joe and his Republican friends in, of all places, the
Wall Street Journal today.
Labels: Joe Biden
Give a whole new meaning to "Out, damn'd spot! out, I say!"
But the fact that Richardson wasn't among those mentioned - he can't be pied by the media and the freepers if they keep him in the bullpen, and in the meantime they get the benefit of the "Look! Shiny! Shiny VP nominees!" distraction.