Excellent. Then you and Kos and Atrios could have some patios built by the black kids behind Lamont in his publicity picture-- all while bitching about the Green Party running a candidate against Bob Casey who actually has left-wing politics.

If I had known that the hope of the Democratic Party had arrived as a series of moneyed, Clinton-loving assholes, I would've voted for Bush in '04.

Please let Lamont win, oh PLEASE let Lamont win... If he does, maybe those spineless jelly fish we call Democrats will quit bowing and grinning and pulling their forelocks in front of Republicans.
PLEASE LET LAMONT WIN!

I am with you Jonathan. I would register as a democrat and vote for Lamont as well. When Clinton backed Lieberman as the right choice that was the clincher Lieberman the uber Bush apologist and lackey was the wrong choice.

Good moon risin' -

No wonder we get stuck with the same old putrid political hacks! The Constitutionally ignorant electorate responsible for electing crooks who consistently mis-manage our environment should not be praised for voting for the 'lesser of two evils'. It's still evil, people! Stupidity has become rampant in this country and that is one reason why people in other countries look down their collective noses at us with disdain. It will only end when Americans wise up and rise up! In the words of that great American philosopher, Bart Simpson: "Ay, carumba!"

Good moon rising indeed, Lamont wins and Lieberman laments.

Lieberman vows to run as an independent and said "It's my ball and if you are not going to play the way I like I will take it home with me so none of you can play nyah, nyah."

I recall reading a short story a long time ago, not sure who it was by I think maybe Pushkin but at any rate this guy wakes up one morning to find he has turned into a giant nose. A great story but I had no idea it would actually happen.

Oh I forgot to add where that nose has been, ask George, he knows where than nose has been.

Correction:

It was Gogol not Pushkin, Pushkin was a friend. And the story is about how he wakes up one morning to find his nose missing as his nose left him to do some social climbing. Please excuse me it must have been something like 35 years ago when I read it.

Collegiate Assessor Kovalyov wakes up one morning and discovers that his nose is missing. At the same time in another part of St. Petersburg, Kovalyov's barber finds the nose in his breakfast roll. However, the barber, desiring to disassociate himself from the strange incident, proceeds to toss the nose into the Neva River. A little later, Kovalyov happens to see his nose riding in an elegant carriage and wearing the uniform of a State Councillor (a higher rank than Collegiate Assessor). He demands that the nose give itself up, but is rudely rebuffed.

At first neither the police nor the newspaper offer any help, but later a police officer, who happened to observe the barber throwing an object into the river, returns the lost nose to Kovalyov. However, a new problem arises. How will he re-attach the nose to his face? For this he consults a doctor, who recommends letting nature take its course, "it's best to stay as you are, otherwise you'll only make it worse." Poor nose-less Kovalyov! He becomes the laughing stock of St. Petersburg, until one morning he wakes up and finds his nose re-attached firmly to his face.