Well, everybody else’s headline may be “Obama picks Biden,” but ours is “Get to City Grocery — the drinks are on Third South!” 
A week or so ago in WaPo, Chris Cillizza laid out his perceptions of the cases for and against Joe Biden as vice presidential candidate — lines I imagine we’ll now see the Dems and GOPers track fairly faithfully. Overall, the case for is clearly more robust than the case against, and it’ll be fun to watch what Biden has for Romney (or whomever) in the veep debate. Most of all, I’m deeply pleased — and David Brooks is so happy — that Obama agrees with those of us who believe the first requirement is that a VP be well prepared to take over the Presidency.
But of course here at folo, we’re well-versed in some things about Joe Biden that may become news to the rest of the world. Months ago, I told a friend working with the Obama campaign that “Chicago” needed to read certain folo posts. She passed the word along, someone from Obama HQ called me, and that person said her supervisor would be calling too. But that was the last I heard from them.
I don’t know whether they kept reading here. Perhaps they later saw this thread, followed up on it, and decided Camp McCain can’t risk mentioning Scruggsiana. Still, given the foolishness so manifest in John McCain, don’t be surprised if he or a surrogate does . . . then it will get interesting (and maybe, finally, more eyes will turn on ol’ P.L. Blake).
We’ll see about that. For now, everybody, thank those nice Mssrs. Obama and Third South for setting up the drinks for us at City Grocery. Hmmm, a Bloody Mary with pickled okra calls to me this morning . . .
“One word sums up probably the responsibility of any vice president, and that one word is ‘to be prepared’.”
Wise word(s) from Mr. Quayle.
Heh, Rodney.
Noted at TheModerateVoice.com:
Lotus, have you taken down the dissent thread from this morning? I cannot see it.
Fishy, we’re looking high an’ low for that post, which disappeared on us for no known reason. I almost wonder if kittens-on-the-keys did it, but that’s kind of doubtful since they seem to believe I require an escort wherever I walk (just in case there’s something to eat or play with in it, I reckon).
Baghdad Beau, the hereditary Senator at the frontline in the battle for World Democracy.
You couldn’t make it up.
I can’t help it. I have disdain for all men named Beau. Or Rhett.
Heh, ceegee. I know the feeling.
Email: “Or Lance. Or Ashley. Not their fault of course, but still, they could have changed it.”
Yep, or at least moved on to using their middle name.
Actually I think Beau is his nickname and he’s a Joe, Jr.
This talk of names sure makes me laugh and think of my momma who had a real aversion to “tacky”. When she started delivering library books to people in the nursing home she met a woman with whom she became fast friends. She talked alot about her new friend Mrs. Reed. After Mrs. Reed died, I was visiting my mother and she asked me to drive her to the cemetery. She wanted to see if “that step daughter” had ever put up a headstone. Well, to my mother’s great relief, she had. But, to my puzzlement I realized by the dates on the headstone that Mrs. Reed was about ten years younger than my mother. To my obvious question of why then would my mother call her Mrs. Reed, her response; “I didn’t call her that to her face but only to people who didn’t know her. I didn’t want them to think she was tacky”. Mrs. Reed’s name was Viola.