And this is Mistah, on Ned Lamont:
Our man Ned came to the rescue in Connecticut's most recent U.S. Senate election, coming out of nowhere to challenge and then defeat the conservative incumbent, U.S. Sen. Joseph Lieberman, for the Democratic Party's nomination. Ned defeated Lieberman for the party nomination because he rejected Lieberman's warmongering positions and Lieberman's propensity to vote in lockstep with George W. Bush (that's no way for a Democrat to act!). Unfortunately, after the Democrats picked Ned, Lieberman decided to run as an independent and his popularity with the masses helped Lieberman win a relatively narrow victory over Ned and keep his seat in Washington. Now all we have are the memories, and the lucky hand of fate, which, this weekend, gave us . . .
. . . who, naturally, we call Lamont.
Lamont does not know he . . . um, she? . . . is a dog.
Lamont does not know what do with a frisbee. Or, as our friends' boy William calls it, a crispee.
Lamont has never seen a crispee before. If you throw the crispee to Lamont,
he she Lamont will run halfway toward it, lie down, and blink, "Who? Me??"
Now, Callie Mitchell on the other hand, Callie is a normal, self-respecting, regular, dog-like Chocolate Lab dog. You know the type: sweet, loyal, dumb-as-a-post. But Callie knows her way around a crispee.
. . . while back outside, the face-off steadily continues, while the sun sets on another beautiful day of inactivity. .