If this public health whatnot doesn't work out, Betsy and I will open an establishment called 'Politics and Pastry.' It will be a bookstore/bakery. It will be decorated with photos of such lubricious luminaries as Bill Richardson* seductively biting into eclairs, turnovers, etc. And Betsy will come up with excellent/awful punning names for the baked goods - I have already done my bit by proposing a sign saying 'You can't Chuck Hagel with these prices.' (Groan.)
* Bearded edition. YUM.
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I think your love of Richardson is a bit like an Electra complex.
you say that like there might be something wrong with it! i embrace the icky freudian origins of my lust.
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