Whinning Joe...

[Mrleft8]

... Leiberman won another term by appealing to the republicans. The man just oozes sleaze. Too bad... I'd almost rather have a republican than a unctuous weasle who'll toady up to whoever can help keep him from having to get a real job....

[Donn]

I think you spelled that wrong, Lefty. It's winning.:D

[Mrleft8]

Did I ever tell you the story about my murder-in-law and christmas dinner a few years back?

[Donn]

Prolly...but please, tell me again.

[uncas]

I never really liked Joe.. I lost what respect I had for him when he ran on the presidential ticket and did not take himself off of the Senatorial ticket.. Covering his bases.. win or lose, he won.. he had a job.
I know it was legal.. but it made me wonder where his priorities were...
My feeling is, if one accepts the request to be on a presidential ticket.. part of that acceptance is to throw yourself into that campaign.. not cover your bases in case you lose.
Opposite example.. I never liked Edwards.. but my hat went off when he accepted the vp nod and relinquished is senatorial seat...
But Doug.. he is your problem... deal with it.. :)

[Mrleft8]

Judith, for all her supposed southern gentility, has some of the worst table manners (And social graces in general) I have ever had the displeasure to see.
The scene is Christmas dinner here, with Judith, Carter, My mother, father, sister (Me of course), and 3 or 4 other close friends...
Now Judith is one of those people who hunches over her plate, and shovles food into her pie hole until the plate is clear. Then she either will exclaim in a loud voice that she'd like seconds (Clearly an indication that the maid needs to be summoned), or that she's "Stuffed". Wine to Judith is something that comes in a cardboard box, and is only for very special occasions.
This particular dinner was one of those where Judith was "Stuffed", clearly waiting for someone to clear her plate from the table while the rest of us were barely getting started. Good conversation has a way of making a good meal last a while.
When it became clear to Judith that she was not the center of the universe, and that the rest of us were unlikely to settle into a race to the finish, she popped out of her seat, started clearing dishes from the table, oblivious to the fact that the rest of us were still serving ourselves. My father, the consumate diplomat, asked her if she'd like to have some seconds.... No... Carter suggested that she go into the kitchen and start cleaning up... Judith busy bodied herself into the kitchen where loud clatterings and bangings made me wince, and effectively muted any further conversation.
At this junction it is observed by several, that there is a sudden dearth of wine on the table.... Carter calls into the kitchen and asks her mother to bring in some wine.... "Where do y'all keep it?" (Sound of refridgerator door banging open) "Not in there..." Carter says as she gets up to fetch the wine....
Carter returns with 2 nice bottles of Zinfandael, and Judith in tow. "You all buy (and this is where you really need to hear the voice to get the full impact) Whahn in BOTTLES? I thought only hobos bought Whahn in bottles anymore!"
One of the family friends looks up and says "This is WINE Judith, it doesn't come in a box..."

[Milo Christensen]

Oh, that Joe. Sorry. Carry on.