Wednesday, September 3, 2008

When Rove Comes Calling

Just between you and me, diary - I've officially sold my soul to the devil now. My good buddy Joe Lieberman won't even talk to me now and I'm so lost without him. He gave a nice speech last night but he won't return my calls.

When Rove called me last week I didn't even want to take his call. After all it was him and his minions who drug my name through the mud back in the 2000 election and he's been riding my tail ever since. When I told him I was going to pick Joe he threatened that his disciples would walk out of the convention and end my political career. He wanted me to pick that spineless little country club weasel Romney.

Now I'm stuck with Palin. She's so conservative she makes Dobson look like a hippie swinger. I feel like I'm suddenly in an episode of the Beverly Hillbillies.

The one bright side is that they're going to send Palin to all the hick places so I don't have to go there. I'd kill for a good glass of Chardonnay and a nice salad with arugula and some minced onions.

P.S. I was a war hero and a POW!