"I believe in Jebusland."

Over on Mr. Gilliard’s site, Steve asks the musical question…

“Who will stand with the commander?”

And points out here, in response, to an article from the Hartford Courant about Joe’s problems as the Disorganization Man...

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He's got greater problems then that.

He doesn't have a field operation now? With weeks to go? And he wants to make an independent run? Who is he kidding?

Look, this is amazing. If the locals aren't going to help him, who can he get. He would normally reach out to the locals, who would put their people on the street and get paid for it.

Without that help, he's going to be grabbing anyone who comes along and that doesn't get you the best staff. In fact, it can lead to trouble. In many of the small towns, he won't be covered at all. And from this article, Lamont will be getting unexpected help. He should have had a field team in place after the convention, not wait while Swan reached out to the pissed offs.

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To which my response is, I suppose he could always reach out for help to is good friends on the Righteous Right...


Of course first, he must confess loyalty.

FADE FROM BLACK: Int. of James Dobson’s office

Lieberman (seated in front of the Dobsons desk, facing the camera): I believe in Jebusland.

Undercutting my Party and selling-out Democratic principles has made my fortune, and I ran my political life in this way. I let things go. I did not protest when the Dear Leader put up extremist judges. I tried to help him eliminate Social Security, and was key in making it much harder for the poor to declare bankruptcy.

I consorted with right-wing radio hosts and told my party they dishonored themselves when they disputed the Dear Leader’s infinite wisdom.

I let him kiss me.

I let him put his hands on me like I was a common Germany chancellor…

Then, comes the “ask”.

Lieberman: I will give you anything you ask.

Dobson: We've known each other many years, but this is the first time you ever came to me for counsel or for help. I can't remember the last time that you invited me to your house for a cup of coffee or that godawful sweet wine crap that you hebes sozzle...Let's be frank here. You never wanted my friendship. And uh, you were afraid to be in my debt.

Lieberman: I didn't want to get into trouble with the smelly Liberals.

Dobson: I understand. You found paradise in Dubya's pants. You had a good trade, you made a good living. Incumbency protected you and the courts of public opinion were under control. And you didn't need a friend like me. But uh, now you come to me and you say -- “Don Jimmy, give me votes.” But you don't ask with respect. You don't offer friendship. You don't even think to call me Reverend. Instead, you come into my house and you ask me to do re-election for money.

Lieberman: I ask you for justice.

Dobson: That is not justice. Your own people are rejecting you.

Lieberman: Let the Liberals suffer then, as I suffer. How much shall I pay you?

Dobson (after standing and turning his back): Joementum, Joementum. What have I ever done to make you treat me so disrespectfully? If you'd come to me in friendship, then this scum that is ruining your Party would be suffering this very day. And if by chance a Holy man like yourself should make enemies, then they would become my enemies. And then they would fear you.

Then, inevitably, comes the price.

Lieberman: Be my friend - - Reverend.

(Dobson shrugs. Lieberman bows toward him and kisses his pale, puffy ass.)

FADE OUT.