If we debate which candidate could dine on my fine finnan haddie, I'd just adore if it was Al Gore, but my heart belongs to Dennie.
Is it just because I'm blogging it, or is this the wierdest political summer in the history of the planet? Weirdness presides. William Kristol's dry unsweetened kool-aid snorting, Senators in diapers, McCain's gay sweaters, and now we're asked to obsess over what fish is Al Gore eating? At a RESTAURANT? That's just this PAST WEEK folks.