Joe's "Team Connecicut" (aka the Me Team)
must be in a long huddle formation right about now.
And while they cluster around their
bent but bowless champion,
the inside Kos headline oughta be:
REPUGS WILL ROLL FOR JOEMENTUM
There will be no second Lowell Weicker miracle story.
The Dem split will not lead to a come-from-the-outside
Repug victory.
This time around,
the story will end differently,
with our Joe in the role
of crooked Cold War hack
Tom 'whiskey to go-go'
Dodd,
and
Lamont, who looks to be better cast as the Weicker,
instead playing
the surprise Dem primary winner, the
reverend J Q Duffey, high moralist and Roman-robed campus peacenik.
But here's the total plot changer,
the mysterious shadow geek Schlesinger, Republican nominee,
ex-mayor of Derby,
and
quondam two-party pocket protector:
a "roll over" stunt dummy.
Yup,
that's who this time is
playing the part
the original Lowell W used to steal the whole production.
There may be a new subplot this time --
a patch
on the near shipwreck of St Hill, future president,
as her in-state peace and minority base
deserts her, after
Al and Jesse and the progs
mount a paper chase attack on
her,
for
her obviously phony, belated, limp-wristed
moves against the party-wrecking renegade nutmeg muppet.
Of course there could be
a baseline shift --
a foursquare funding boycott
that forces Joe to quit the race --
but is that likely?
I doubt it.
They have so far not even grumbled,
so all that can stop Joe otherwise
is
just that corn-footed nincompoop, Mr S, ex-mayor and pseudonymous
casino rat,
and he couldn't find a way to seriously split
the caveman/babbit vote with Lieb in a zillion Groundhog Day reruns.
So we look to see now
who, if anybody, breaks their money promises to Joe,
and who keeps 'em
Note well
Senator Schoom's pressure on the Dem donor base.
Will he and his junior colleague, Lady McHill,
both be screaming,
we must rub the Joe spots off our hands?
Much ammo for the Stop Me movement will be produced whichever way it goes.
As a final tear-faced clown bathetic touch --
notice the present plight
of one
Senator Chris Dodd,
son of the aforementioned Pickled Tom.
Yikes!
The poor man's managed
to cover himself
in
Joementum stink spray
so bad
over the last few months....
Well, let put it this way:
right this moment,
as he plans to gather with other Conn Dem loyalists,
he smells so foul, so flexible of mind,
so craven,
so morally hunchbacked, that
even if he were to literally
stab dearest Joe in the neck
right on the floor of the US Senate --
even so, unlike, say, St Hill,
he's doomed.
He's forever fated to cry
"out out damned spot!"
But show no mercy to the fool.
His blown-haired high-handed
fucklebucking
around,
his career-long pandering and mincing condolence,
have finally caught up with him.
And to think
he's ruined
because he played wing man
to the Joe Show.
Well, it had to happen sometime, somehow.
And I say
he
oughta land himself
where his two-facing on Central America earned him a visit --
at the bottom of a thousand-gallon vat of skin stripper.
Coda:
The universal Dem line
is obvious --
"For chrissake,
Joe,
try feeling some self-shame here for once,
and fucking step aside... for country, state, and party!"